Sarah Blake Shaw
MOTHER of heroes she, — of them who gave
Their lives to lift the lowly, free the slave.
Through lengthened years two master passions bound:
Love of our free land, and of all sweet sound.
’T was praising her to praise this land of grace ;
And when I think on music — lo ! her face.
Their lives to lift the lowly, free the slave.
Through lengthened years two master passions bound:
Love of our free land, and of all sweet sound.
’T was praising her to praise this land of grace ;
And when I think on music — lo ! her face.
R. W. Gilder.