Some years ago in Queensland the Premier’s wife, Florence Bjelke-Petersen, was elected to be a Senator in the Federal Parliament.
She was a religious person, and I felt she would need
spiritual support in taking on this responsibility. She was more famous for her
Pumpkin Scones than her politics!
So I sent her a copy of Mary Baker Eddy’s poem Woman’s Rights. Here are the words:
WOMAN’S RIGHTS
Grave on her monumental pile:
She won from vice, by virtue’s
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 wings 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.”
Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896, pp. 388:14 - 389:4
I had a very gracious reply from Mrs. Bjelke-Petersen in which she acknowledged Mrs. Eddy’s place. I am sorry that I didn’t keep a record of that reply.
Joyce Voysey