Women must weep | ||
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DEDICATION.
Women of England, wives and mothers,Who modest are and brave,
True to your God, yourselves, and others
Laid lower than the slave;
Pure, but unfettered in your action,
And not with prudes' pretence,
Whose armour is no figleaf fraction,
But your own innocence;
England would have you do your duty,
But not at Fashion's call,
In love which builds new worlds of beauty,
By raising souls that fall.
Women must weep | ||