Where freedom, justice, right,—at one fell blow,—
In woman’s life of slave were outraged and laid low.
VI.
The inklings gleaned of prehistoric hour
Speak woman thrall to man’s unbridled power;
Than brute more gifted, he, with heinous skill,
Subdued her being to his sensual will;
Binding her fast with ties of cunning weight,
By mother’s burden forced to slavish fate;
Thus woman was, and such her man-made doom,