To win brave mates; you lose but marionnettes.
He who’s for us, for him are we.
XXV.
—Ah! madam, were they puppets who withstood
Youth’s cravings for adventure to preserve
The dedicated ways of womanhood?
The light which leads us from the paths of rue,
That light above us, never seen to swerve,
Should be the home-lamp trimmed by you.
XXVI.