A LECTURE READ BEFORE THE WOMAN’S RIGHTS CONVENTION, BOSTON, SEPTEMBER
20, 1855
The politics are base,
The letters do not cheer,
And ’tis far in the deeps of history,
The voice that speaketh clear.
Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure in noble guise,—
Our Angel in a stranger’s form;
Or Woman’s pleading eyes.
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“Lo, when the Lord made North and South,
And sun and moon ordained he,
Forth bringing each by word of mouth
In order of its dignity,
Did man from the crude clay express
By sequence, and, all else decreed,
He formed the woman; nor might less
Than Sabbath such a work succeed.”