Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Sisters of Mine
Sisters, sisters of mine, have we done what we could In all the old ways, through all the new days, To better the race and to make life sweet and good? Have we played the full part that was ours in the start, Sisters of mine? Sisters, sisters of mine, as we hurry along To a larger world, with our banners unfurled, The battle-cry on lips where once was Love's old song, Are we leaving behind better things than we find, Sisters of mine? Sisters, sisters of mine, through the march in the street, Through turmoil and din, without, and within, As we gain something big do we lose something sweet? In the growth of our might is our grace lost to sight? As new powers unfold do we love as of old, Sisters of mine?
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