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EXTBACT PROM " SAPPHO." 19
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. . . . And for you, True men and brethr...
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• ? ; Chixi>. " I Cannot Leave Thee, Mot...
" Then shall we know thou ' rt rising Above the fear of death ,
That all things here despising Thou yieldest up thy breath . " ******
Death ' s Angel now comes near her with gentle noiseless tread , And softly lays his cool damp hand upon her aching head ;
The restless little sufferer is still and placid now , And heavenly peace sits radiant on her once throbbing brow . She asks for all her treasures and lays them on her heart ,
As though she would that she and they should never , never part : And still her lips keep moving , but utter not a sound ,
While tenderly she gazes on the weeping ones around . " My sweet one , thou art dying ! " Then suddenly was given
New strength to her poor nerveless arms ; she raises them to heaven , And looking upwards joyously , without a groan or sigh ,
She leaves her frail , clay tenement—her dwelling Is on high . 'Tis the first of all the seven that has left the parents' breast ,
And mournfully they lay their child in her eternal rest ; But she will be a guiding star to light them to their home ,
Where blessed in her Saviour ' s arms , she beckons them to come .
Mary Carpenter .
Extbact Prom " Sappho." 19
EXTBACT PROM " SAPPHO . " 19
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. . . . And For You, True Men And Brethr...
. . . . And for you , True men and brethren ! deem not woman's gain
Shall be your loss ! Which labor of the twain Bears best returns and richest—slave ? or free ?
Be just , then ! as true men should ever be , And true love iswhich man ne'er cherished yet
, But he in love his lordship did forget , ( For true love yearns to giveto serve , to bless !
, Self-love to rule , be worshipped , and possess ;) Andowning womaneven as man , endowed
, , With special gifts , pre-eminent allowed Each in what lacks the other , each to each
Superior , yet inferior—cease to o ' erreach This sweetdiverse equality , _^ designed
, Injfullest freedom each to each to bind . And this be your reward ! To find once more
Beside you , —not an image to adore , A petted queen on sufferance , ( so her face
Be fair enough !) a pastime to embrace In idle hours ; a helpless load to bear
Along . life ' s dusty ways beset by care ; c 2
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Sept. 1, 1862, page 19, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01091862/page/19/
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