Trod but where he bade her tread.
Till one day the light broke round her,
And she saw with horror’s gaze,
All the filth and mire of passion
Choking up the world’s highways.
Saw the infants doomed to suffering,
Saw the maidens slaves to lust,
Saw the starving mothers barter
Souls and bodies for a crust.
Saw the workers crushed by sweaters,