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Rh Rise and assert the manhood of this nation,

Its courage, honor, might—

Wipe off the dust of our humiliation—

Dare nobly to do right!

Shall women plead from out the dust forever?

Will you not work, men, if you cannot pray?

Hold up the suppliant hands with your endeavor,

And seize the world's salvation while you may.

Yes, from the eastern to the western ocean,

The sound of prayer is heard;

And in our hearts great billows of emotion

At every breath are stirred.

From mountain tops of prayer down to sin's valley

The voice of women sounds the cry, "Come up!"

O, men and brothers, heed that cry, and rally—

Help us to dash to earth the deadly cup!

"OUR LIFE IS TWOFOLD."

Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie,

On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim

And purple twilight, shut out from the sky,

Which is too garish for my softer whim.

And while I, looking inward on my thought,

Tell thee what phantoms thicken in its air.

Twine thou thy gentle fingers, slumber-fraught,

With the loose shreds of my disheveled hair:

I shall see inly better if thou keep

My outer senses in a charmed sleep.

Sweet friend!—I love that pleasant name of friend—

We walk not ever singly, through the world;

But even as our shadow doth attend

Our going in the sunshine, and is furled