By Miriam Teichner
(In “The Woman’s Journal.”)
Submission? They have preached at that so long,
As though the head bowed down would right the wrong;
As though the folded hands, the coward heart,
Were saintly signs of souls sublimely strong;
As though the man who acts the waiting part
And but submits, had little wings a-start.
But may I never reach that anguished plight,
Where I at last grow weary of the fight!