Mary Carolyn Davies
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The day before April
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
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There is a strong wall about me to protect me:
It is built of the words you have said to me.
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To-night the little girl-nun died.
Her hands were laid
Across her breast; the last sun tried
To kiss her quiet braid;
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Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,
And green, with little singings in the grass,
And pheasants flying,
Gold, green and red,
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The Day Before April
The day before April
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
I sat on a broad stone
And sang to the birds.
The tune was God's making
But I made the words.
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As a young teenager, my Grandmother gave me a poem by Mary Carolyn Davies entitled 'The Woman That I Build.' It begins, 'She must be strong, this woman that I build from day to day.' I have forgotten much of it, but would love to find it to pass on to my daughter and grandchild. Does anyone have this poem?
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THE WOMAN THAT I BUILD She must be strong, this woman that I build From day to day: she must be poised and strong And wise, and kind, far-seeking, and firm-willed, All quiet patience must to her belong, All subtle understanding of the hearts Of those she meets, those broken down with woe Or Gay or unconcerned; these are the arts Whatever else she lacks, that must she know. This woman that I build from day to day— Each deed each hidden thought will some day show To those who search within her eyes, and they All that I did or wished today will know. O may I wisely choose, thrust firmly out Wrong thoughts. May only pure desires be mine! And may I banish greed and fear and doubt, All that would make the woman less than fine. All that would make that woman less that true, And strong, and pure, and fit to take her place, Courageous, trained, prepared her part to do In the high battles of the striving race. Whether the woman shall be strong and free And good, none but the girl I am can say. O wrought with care and praying may she be, The woman that I build now, day by day.