What of Thy Victory, O Woman?
By Mary Foster Gibbs
“What doest thou, O woman, out in the market place,
The ballot in thy eager hands, a smile upon thy face?”
I come to sing a victory song for women everywhere,
I bring a troop of happy girls with flowers in their hair.
“What hast thou done, O woman, to win this battle so,
What weapons wast thou girded with; how fell thy bitter foe?”
I had my tears and laughter, my patience long and wide,
I had both right and justice, so God was on my side.
“What will you do, O woman, with this great power you’ve won;
Your home, your child, your duty, how will you train your son?”
God gave to men the leadership; of them he will require
The answer to your questions; they build our altar fire.
Search thou, O man, thine inmost soul, and measure thy life force.
A stream can never higher rise than its own level source.
So here I stand, O questioning man, the ballot in my hand,
And I ask you, what will you do, with this fair freedom’s land?
“Together let us build our homes, together win each fight
For truth, for righteousness, and faith, for purity and light.
So shall we live, so shall we die, in liberty and love.
So shall we both find welcome sweet in our dear home above.”