“And grief shall root thee to the spot
To find how soon thou art forgot.
“But since thou hast endured the woes
That only fragile woman knows,
“And loved as only woman can,
Thou shalt not suffer all that man
“Must suffer when he interferes
With God’s great law. In death’s dim spheres
“That justice waits, which men refuse.
Thy sex shall in some part excuse
“Thy desperate deed. When God shall send
A second death to be thy friend,
“Thou need’st not fear a darker fate—
Go forth with yonder throng, and wait.”
A SONG OF REPUBLICS
Fair Freedom’s ship, too long adrift—
Of every wind the sport—
Now rigged and manned, her course well planned,
Sails proudly out of port;
And fluttering gaily from the mast
This motto is unfurled,
Let all men heed its truth who read:
“Republics rule the World!”
The universe is high as God!
Good is the final goal;
The world revolves and man evolves
A purpose and a soul.
No church can bind, no crown forbid
Thought’s mighty upward course—
Let kings give way before its sway,
For God inspires its force.