The Education and Employment of Women

'A wall so blankMy shadow I thankFor sometimes falling there'—

"They are weeping in the playtime of the others,In the country of the free,For the man’s grief abhorrent, draws and pressesDown the cheeks of infancy."

"They look up with their pale and sunken faces,And their look is dread to see,For they mind you of their Angels in their places,With eyes meant for Deity:‘How long,’ they say, ‘how long, O cruel nation,Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart,Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation,And tread onward to your throne amid the mart?Our blood splashes upwards, O our tyrants,And your purple shows your path;But the child’s sob curseth deeper in the silenceThan the strong man in his wrath.'"