After a three-year battle with cancer, Matilda Hart Younkin died on October 13, 1899–just days before the Convention resolution passed. Such recognition was 12 years in the making, and “not all who began the journey together lived to see its completion.”
This poem was found among the scattered papers of Mrs. Younkin, written in her hand:
“I know my hand may never reap its sowing / But yet some others may / And I may never even see it growing / short my little day. / Still I must sow / Tho’ I go forth with weeping / God grant the harvest! / Tho’ I may be sleeping / under the shadows gray.” (Inasmuch, p34.)