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.