Submission? “Wrong of course, must ever be
Because it ever was. ’Tis not for me
To seek a change; to strike the maiden blow.
’Tis best to bow the head and not to see;
’Tis best to dream, that we need never know
The truth—to turn our eyes away from woe.”
Perhaps. But, ah! I pray for keener sight.
And—may I not grow weary of the fight!
The Price of Liberty
By Mary Gray Peck