Where women meet!—The village well
Was once their place; the convent cell
For centuries asleep and slow,
Gave all the grouping they could know
Or market-place, to buy and sell.

Now year by year their numbers swell
In crowded halls, 'neath chairman's bell;
To aid the weak, to lift the low,
To urge the right—these efforts show
Where women meet.

New light, our shadows to dispel—
New power beyond all parallel
From motherhood combined shall flow
Helping our stumbling race to grow,—
And a clean happy world will tell
Where women meet.