And she knew her man short-sighted, since he had not borne the pain,
The slavery, drudgery, darkness, the glory and the stain
Of womanhood and motherhood. How could he love the race?
As she who bore and nurtured, God’s instrument of grace?
So she ceased to coax and wheedle, and commanded as one dares
Whose only love of freedom is a higher one than theirs.
...
She stands, now, hand upon the helm, to help him govern life,
And she steers her world, his equal, in love, in peace, in strife;
She owns her strength and wisdom; and he may read who runs,