For sight is woman-like and shuns the old.(Ah! he can see enough, when years are told,Who backwards looks).
God in his harmony has equal endsFor cedar that resists and reed that bends;For good it is a woman sometimes rules,Holds in her hand the power, and manners, schoolsAnd laws, and mind; succeeding master proud.With gentle voice and smiles she leads the crowd,The somber human troop.