XXXII.
No longer drilled deformity to nurse,
And woo, when slow to appear, the absent curse,
Her counter-effort, helped by Nature’s grace,
Shall quell the “custom’s” last abhorrent trace;
Its morbid usurpation shall refute,—
Not more to woman natural than to brute;—
A needless noyance with a baseless claim,
The lingering mark of man’s unthinking guilt and shame.