To Juliette Low

Adapted from the poem by

Birdsall Otis Edey



More than a score of years ago, a torch was lit.

A beacon whose glow shone for the joy of youth,

And you, sensing its brilliancy, beneath your roof

Kindled a kindred flame, that girlhood in your land

Should live within its light and with your hand

You tended it and kept its whiteness pure;

Prayed that its bright promise might endure

And waked yourself uprightly in its gleam.

And we who have had faith in this your dream

And come to give account of our brief stewardship.

Millions of girls share your ideals today,

Millions of women walk with them your lighted way.

With lives enriched and broadened from its treasury

And glad hearts consecrated to your memory.