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EQUALITY.
"I had never missed the kissing, Of my darling's dewy lips,I had never missed the pressure, Of his warm hand's tender clasp.I had never missed his presence, In the woodland's shaded bowers,Till he roamed, no more returning, In the twilight's rapturous hours.'
"When a woman bends to pity, She is very near to scorn,"Came an answer, "when man pities, In his heart there burneth long,Fathful care and tenderest loving, Woman's weak and man is strong."
Only the wood-bird, rocking, rocking, In his breezy cradle hears,Love's fond crooning, and the pinetops, Murmured olden tales of tears,Sweet are dewy morns in Summer, Sweet the golden stars above,Sweeter than all nature's beauty, Is equality of Love.
