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WOMAN'S VOICE.
Sweet laughter trilling clear and silvery,Half song, half speech, and allto' musical;
Sweet voices, soft and low, like angels' call,
That whisper to us, as they murmur by,
Of blessèd things, reflections of the sky;
Love, peace, devotion, patience, bearing all,
All conquering; great victories in small,
And gentlest influence, not authority.
Not these the loud of tongue, sharp, shrewish, shrill,
And argumentative, the “Platform” tribe,
Who argue fiercely as they reason ill;
Who ape male-manners and would gall Man's kibe;
But those sweet characters which Men transcribe
With pen and heart,—angels, yet human still!
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