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 In silks from Tarsus, shrieking east and west Along a thousand railroads, mad with pain And sin too! does one woman of you all, (You who weep easily) grow pale to see This tiger shake his cage?—does one of you Stand still from dancing, stop from stringing pearls, And pine and die because of the great sum Of universal anguish?—Show me a tear Wet as Cordelia's, in eyes bright as yours, Because the world is mad. You cannot count, That you should weep for this account, not you! You weep for what you know. A red-haired child Sick in a fever, if you touch him once, Though but so little as with a finger-tip, Will set you weeping; but a million sick— You could as soon weep for the rule of three Or compound fractions. Therefore, this same world. Uncomprehended by you.—Women as you are, Mere women, personal and passionate, You give us doting mothers, and perfect wives, Sublime Madonnas, and enduring saints! We get no Christ from you,—and verily We shall not get a poet, in my mind.

Women and Economics

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Recognizing her intense feeling on moral lines, and seeing in her the rigidly preserved virtues of faith, submission, and self-sacrifice—qualities which in the dark ages were held to be the first of virtues,—we