Here is a poem...
Author Unknown...

Womens Rights..

Grave on her monumental pile;
She won from vice , by virtues ' smile,
Her dazzling crown , her sceptred throne,
Affection's wreath , a happy home;

The right to worship deep and pure,
To bless the orphan , feed the poor;
Last at the cross to mourn her Lord,
First at the tomb to hear his word:

To fold an angel's wing below;
And hover o'er the couch of woe;
To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,
The right to sit at Jesus' feet;

To form the bud for bursting bloom,
The hoary head with joy to crown;
In short , the right to work and pray,
" To point to heaven and lead the way."