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THE NOBLER WOMAN

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Yet when she rises, sovereign, stedfast, sure,
Worshipped by angels, who seemed once alone,
Swaying the epochs from her boundless throne,
Supreme at last upon a planet pure,—
Strong, who could so unspeakably endure,—
Immortal, she whose task is to atone
For death through her made human, and the moan
Of multitudinous ages since the lure
Of Satan drew her from her seat sublime
Within the Paradise wherein man dreamed,
While in his eyes the light of godship gleamed
And all was love, and nought was shame or crime:
Then, shall she rule superb, her high task done,
And night and hell shall perish in the sun.
October 21, 1906.