t, it will be
hard to discriminate between our work and yours. But the two
hands will then be clasped, and the one heart uplifted with
a throb of thankfulness that shall make our whole Nation
one, and that forever. For the present moment, while we
workers for woman suffrage can make no boast as to the final
adoption of our method, we can yet rejoice in the results
which already crown our work. Christ, in the very infancy of
his mission, looked abroad and saw the fields already white
with the harvest.

The different agencies employed by this and kindred
associations have plowed and furrowed the land far and near.
They have dropped everywhere the seed of a true word, of a
right feeling. How small a thing may this dropping of a seed
seem to a careless observer! Yet it is the very life of the
world which the patient farmer sows and reaps. So, our
laborious meetings and small measures; our speeches, soon
forgotten; our writings, soon dismissed; our petitions to
Legislatures, never entertained; all these seem small things
to do. The world says: "Why do you not labor to build up
fortunes and reputations for yourselves if you will labor?
Why do you waste your time and efforts on this ungrateful
soil?" But we may reply that we have the joy of Christ in
our hearts. In every furrow, some seed springs up; from
every effort, some sympathy, some conviction results. When
we look about us and see the number of suffrage associations
formed in the different States, we too can say that the
fields are white already to harvest.

White already. Yet centuries of martyrdom lay between the
sowing of Christ and the harvest which we reap to-day. All
of those centuries brought and took away faithful souls who
continued the work, who gathered and reaped and sowed again.
And we, too, know not what years of patient endeavor may yet
be in store for us before we see the end of our suffrage
work. We know not whether most of us shall not taste of
death before we do see it, passing away on the borders of
the promised land, with its fair regions still unknown to
us. And yet we see the end as