The Pearl/Volume 7/Progress.

by Printed for the Society of Vice

Let those who never tried, believe,
In woman's chastity!
Let her who ne'er was asked, receive,
The praise of modesty!

Again I've been at Church to-day,
And eyed that angel stranger;
Whose yielding glances seem to say,
"I love, but dread the danger."

Too truly sung the Indian sage,
That "Father, Brother, Son,
To her who feels the sexual rage
Are lawful - all are one."

Tho' woman's virtue's true as steel
Before you touch her soul;
Still let it once the Magnet feel
'Twill flutter tow'rds the Pole!