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POEMS.
LINES,Suggested by attending a meeting for the "Earlier Cessation of Labour, at which the aid of the women of England was earnestly invoked.
A thrilling cry, a mighty cry,
Is rushing through the land;
It riseth with a growing strength
From a firm and earnest band.
Who can their true and just appeal,
Their many wrongs, withstand?
Is rushing through the land;
It riseth with a growing strength
From a firm and earnest band.
Who can their true and just appeal,
Their many wrongs, withstand?
To aid them on their thorny path,
They call on woman's heart!
For in the stand they boldly make,
She well can bear her part,
And strive to shield the spirit crushed
From stern oppression's dart.
They call on woman's heart!
For in the stand they boldly make,
She well can bear her part,
And strive to shield the spirit crushed
From stern oppression's dart.
They ask her if the pallid cheek,
The dim and sunken eye,
The strong form bowed by lengthened toil,
Wake not her pitying sigh?
Can she such crying evils mark,
Yet stand inactive by?
The dim and sunken eye,
The strong form bowed by lengthened toil,
Wake not her pitying sigh?
Can she such crying evils mark,
Yet stand inactive by?
