But, when the wild winds of trouble arise,
She should be calm and courageous and wise,

What should her words be? Her words should be few,
Honest and genuine, tender and true;
Words that overflow from a pure heart within,
Guiltless of folly, untainted by sin.

What should her dress be? Not gaudy and vain,
But unaffectedly pretty and plain;
She should remember these few simple words--
"Fine feathers flourish on foolish young birds."

Where should a maiden be? Home is the place
Which a fair maid is most fitted to grace;
There should she turn, like a bird to the nest,
There should a maiden be, blessing and blest.

There should she dwell as the handmaid of God,
And if He bid her 'pass under the rod,'
Let her each murmur repining suppress,
Knowing He chasteneth that He may bless.

But if earth's blessings each day He renew,
Let her give glory where glory is due;
Deem every blessing a gift from above,
Given, and designed for a purpose of love,

What will her future be? If she become
Matron and mother, may God bless her home!