XV.
While such her fate in lands of cultured creed,
Judge woman’s griefs with man of barbarous breed;
Slave to his lust, and tiller of his soil,
Crippled and crushed by cruelty and toil;
Yet still her heart a gentle mien essayed,
By deeper passion, holier impulse, swayed;
Care for her wretched offspring rarely swerved,
And mother-love alone the infant oft preserved.