My Opinions and Betsey Bobbet's / Designed as a Beacon Light to Guide Women to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, But Which May Be Read by Members of the Sterner Sect, without Injury to Themselves or the Book

by Marietta Holley

Through chiliasms of time;

Transcendentaly and remorslessly gnaw;

By what agency? Is it a law?

Perish the vacueus in huge immensities;

Hurl the broad thunder-bolt of feeling free,

The vision dies;

So lulls the bellowing surf, upon the mystic sea,

Is it indeed so? Alas! Oh me.

“How this sweet poem appeals to tender hearts,” says Betsey as she concluded it.

“How it appeals to tender heads,” says I almost coldly, measurin’ out my cinnamon in a big spoon.