Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.

Woman is the lesser man.