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.
X.
Æons of wrong ere history was born,