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In Remembrance

by Hilma V. Gouge

I would that I my voice could raise
And sing a song of love and praise
To the band of women, tried and true,
That met that day in old Nauvoo

Me thinks I see them gathered there,
Some golden-locked, some with gray-streak’d hair,
With willing hearts and eager minds
They plan to aid all humankind.

And then I see a stalwart form
Like a rock of shelter in time of storm.
He speaks, and lo! The shackles fall
And crumble like a moldering wall:

“I turn the keys and set you free;
Henceforth an era new you’ll see,
Where womanhood shall honored be
And gain her rightful high degree.”

Now many, many years have fled,
And they lie numbered with the dead,
But like a monument still stands
Their faith and work throughout the lands

So, may their memory ever live
And hope and courage to us give
That we, like they, our goal may win
And to his presence enter in.

(Dedicated to the memory of the first Relief Society, held in Nauvoo, March 17, 1842)