IX.
But not at once such life and love to know,
For progress strives through many an ebb and flow;
Man’s kindling sense, though stirred by call of Art,
Still missed the motive of her deepest heart;
’Twas in her gracious embassy to give
A fairer faith and fate to all that live,
Neglecting none,—yet man, ’twixt lust and pride,
Due portion in the boon to woman still denied.