Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Either sex alone is half itself.

The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight