On The Dedication Of Dorothy Hall - Tuskegee, Ala., April 22, 1901.

Not to the midnight of the gloomy past,     Do we revert to-day; we look upon     The golden present and the future vast     Whose vistas show us visions of the dawn.     Nor shall the sorrows of departed years     The sweetness of our tranquil souls annoy,     The sunshine of our hopes dispels the tears,     And clears our eyes to see this later joy.     Not ever in the years that God hath given     Have we gone friendless down the thorny way,     Always the clouds of pregnant black were riven     By flashes from His own eternal day.     The women of a race should be its pride;     We glory in the strength our mothers had,     We glory that this strength was not denied     To labor bravely, nobly, and be glad.     God give to these within this temple here,     Clear vision of the dignity of toil,     That virtue in them may its blossoms rear     Unspotted, fragrant, from the lowly soil.     God bless the givers for their noble deed,     Shine on them with the mercy of Thy face,     Who come with open hearts to help and speed     The striving women of a struggling race.