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Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'	A
School Providence R I	B
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A D	C
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AMIDST Thuringia's wooded hills she dwelt	D
A high born princess servant of the poor	E
Sweetening with gracious words the food she dealt	D
To starving throngs at Wartburg's blazoned door	F
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A blinded zealot held her soul in chains	G
Cramped the sweet nature that he could not kill	H
Scarred her fair body with his penance pains	G
And gauged her conscience by his narrow will	H
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God gave her gifts of beauty and of grace	I
With fast and vigil she denied them all	J
Unquestioning with sad pathetic face	I
She followed meekly at her stern guide's call	J
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So drooped and died her home blown rose of bliss	K
In the chill rigor of a discipline	L
That turned her fond lips from her children's kiss	K
And made her joy of motherhood a sin	M
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To their sad level by compassion led	N
One with the low and vile herself she made	O
While thankless misery mocked the hand that fed	N
And laughed to scorn her piteous masquerade	O
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But still with patience that outwearied hate	P
She gave her all while yet she had to give	Q
And then her empty hands importunate	P
In prayer she lifted that the poor might live	R
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Sore pressed by grief and wrongs more hard to bear	S
And dwarfed and stifled by a harsh control	T
She kept life fragrant with good deeds and prayer	S
And fresh and pure the white flower of her soul	T
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Death found her busy at her task one word	P
Alone she uttered as she paused to die	P
'Silence ' then listened even as one who heard	P
With song and wing the angels drawing nigh	P
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Now Fra Angelico's roses fill her hands	U
And on Murillo's canvas Want and Pain	V
Kneel at her feet Her marble image stands	U
Worshipped and crowned in Marburg's holy fane	V
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Yea wheresoe'er her Church its cross uprears	U
Wide as the world her story still is told	P
In manhood's reverence woman's prayers and tears	U
She lives again whose grave is centuries old	P
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And still despite the weakness or the blame	W
Of blind submission to the blind she hath	X
A tender place in hearts of every name	W
And more than Rome owns Saint Elizabeth	Y
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A D	P
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Slow ages passed and lo another came	W
An English matron in whose simple faith	Z
Nor priestly rule nor ritual had claim	W
A plain uncanonized Elizabeth	Y
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No sackcloth robe nor ashen sprinkled hair	S
Nor wasting fast nor scourge nor vigil long	A2
Marred her calm presence God had made her fair	S
And she could do His goodly work no wrong	A2
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Their yoke is easy and their burden light	P
Whose sole confessor is the Christ of God	P
Her quiet trust and faith transcending sight	P
Smoothed to her feet the difficult paths she trod	P
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And there she walked as duty bade her go	B2
Safe and unsullied as a cloistered nun	L
Shamed with her plainness Fashion's gaudy show	B2
And overcame the world she did not shun	L
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In Earlham's bowers in Plashet's liberal hall	J
In the great city's restless crowd and din	M
Her ear was open to the Master's call	J
And knew the summons of His voice within	M
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Tender as mother beautiful as wife	C2
Amidst the throngs of prisoned crime she stood	P
In modest raiment faultless as her life	C2
The type of England's worthiest womanhood	P
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To melt the hearts that harshness turned to stone	D2
The sweet persuasion of her lips sufficed	P
And guilt which only hate and fear had known	D2
Saw in her own the pitying love of Christ	P
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So wheresoe'er the guiding Spirit went	P
She followed finding every prison cell	E2
It opened for her sacred as a tent	P
Pitched by Gennesaret or by Jacob's well	E2
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And Pride and Fashion felt her strong appeal	F2
And priest and ruler marvelled as they saw	U
How hand in hand went wisdom with her zeal	F2
And woman's pity kept the bounds of law	U
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She rests in God's peace but her memory stirs	U
The air of earth as with an angel's wings	U
And warms and moves the hearts of men like hers	U
The sainted daughter of Hungarian kings	U
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United now the Briton and the Hun	L
Each in her own time faithful unto death	G2
Live sister souls in name and spirit one	L
Thuringia's saint and our Elizabeth	Y

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