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388 Oh, spotless woman in a world of shame;

With splendid and silent scorn,

Go back to God as white as you came—

The kingliest warrior born.

Is it worth while that we jostle a brother

Bearing his load on the rough road of life?

Is it worth while that we jeer at each other

In blackness of heart?—that we war to the knife?

God pity us all in our pitiful strife.

God pity us all as we jostle each other;

God pardon us all for the triumphs we feel

When a fellow goes down; poor heart broken brother.

Pierced to the heart: words are keener than steel.

And mightier far for woe or for weal.

Were it not well in this brief little journey

On over the isthmus down to the tide,