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SISTERS, sisters of mine, have we done what we could / In all the old ways, through all the new days, / To better the race and to make life sweet and good? / Have we played the full part that was ours in the start, / Sisters of mine?
Sisters, sisters of mine, as we hurry along / To a larger world, with our banners unfurled, / The battle-cry on lips where once was Love's old song, / Are we leaving behind better things than we find, / Sisters of mine?
Sisters, sisters of mine, through the march in the street, / Through turmoil and din, without, and within, / As we gain something big do we lose something sweet? / In the growth of our might is our grace lost to sight? / As new powers unfold do we _love_ as of old, / Sisters of mine?