"No ministering angel, she To bind up wounds or cool the fevered brow
With the soft hand of pity.
She was of that sterner stuff
Whereof God makes his heroes.
Stalwart, stark, yet pitiful withal,
With tearless tenderness that found expression
In deeds of battle for the cause of right.
Hers was the warrior soul
Locked in a woman's heart,
Predestined to do battle.
Nobly she strove, yet sacrificed no whit
Of that true womanhood
Which was her high ideal.
A lady valiant,she,
Semiramis of suffrage, who enlarged
The boundries that spaciously enclose
Her sex's empire.
Great were her labors, great her victories,
As liberty attests. The pay be hers.
Yet this her greatest glory-
That though opposing and opposed thereby
To stale conventions by the world esteemed,
She overthrew them; yet at last still held
The love of women and respect of men."
(Rare Books University of Rochester Library)