Page:A father of women, and other poems, Meynell, 1917.djvu/12

A Father of Women "O liberal, constant, dear!

Crush in my nature the ungenerous art

Of the inferior; set me high, and here,

Here garner up thy heart."

Like to him now are they,

The million living fathers of the War—

Mourning the crippled world, the bitter day—

Whose striplings are no more.

The crippled world! Come then,

Fathers of women with your honour in trust;

Approve, accept, know them daughters of men,

Now that your sons are dust. 8