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Rh Ah! madam, were they puppets who withstood Youth's cravings for adventure to preserve The dedicated ways of womanhood? The light which leads us from the paths of rue, That light above us, never seen to swerve,
 * Should be the home-lamp trimmed by you.

Ah! sir, our worshipped posture we perchance Shall not abandon, though we see not how, Being to that lamp-post fixed, we may advance Beside our lords in any real degree, Unless we move: and to advance is now
 * A sovereign need, think more than we.