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When this web is complete, and its warp and its woof And its flowers of beauty been scanned,

Our “Yesterdays” gone and “Todays” shall be lost In Tomorrow’s bright summer land.

Columbia’s women, press on your bright way,

Rise higher in wisdom and art;

But scatter about you wherever you go Sweet blossoms from kindliest heart.

May the century next inscribe on its roll,

On Time’s pillar still bright and free

By the side of the men, the glorious work Of the women of ’93.