Holding my hand across the world,—a sense
That reads, as only such can read, the mark
God sets on woman, signifying so
She should—shall peradventure—be divine;
Yet 'ware, the whole, how weakness mars the print
And makes confusion, leaves the thing men see,
—Not this man sees,—who from his soul, rewrites
The obliterated charter,—love and strength
Mending what 's marred. "So kneels a votarist,
Weeds some poor waste traditionary plot,