Women to MenBy Miriam Allen De Ford(In “The Woman Voter.”)
By Miriam Allen De Ford
(In “The Woman Voter.”)
We are they that wept at Babylon,And still are they that weep;We have watched the cradles of the world,And hushed its sick to sleep;We have served your folly and desire,And drunk your cruel will;You have smiled on us with far content:—Are you smiling still?We were slaves most fit for Solomon,That now can call you kin;It was strength of soul and many yearsThat changed us so within;The strength of those you killed with scorn,The years you could not kill;Steep were the stairs to climb and hard:—Are you smiling still?We have shared your salt of loyalty,And eaten of its bread;We have died with you for Freedom’s sake,And gained it, being dead:You have drawn from out our breasts your life,The life you use so ill:We are they that bore you in the night:—Are you smiling still?
We are they that wept at Babylon,And still are they that weep;We have watched the cradles of the world,And hushed its sick to sleep;We have served your folly and desire,And drunk your cruel will;You have smiled on us with far content:—Are you smiling still?We were slaves most fit for Solomon,That now can call you kin;It was strength of soul and many yearsThat changed us so within;The strength of those you killed with scorn,The years you could not kill;Steep were the stairs to climb and hard:—Are you smiling still?We have shared your salt of loyalty,And eaten of its bread;We have died with you for Freedom’s sake,And gained it, being dead:You have drawn from out our breasts your life,The life you use so ill:We are they that bore you in the night:—Are you smiling still?
We are they that wept at Babylon,And still are they that weep;We have watched the cradles of the world,And hushed its sick to sleep;We have served your folly and desire,And drunk your cruel will;You have smiled on us with far content:—Are you smiling still?
We are they that wept at Babylon,
And still are they that weep;
We have watched the cradles of the world,
And hushed its sick to sleep;
We have served your folly and desire,
And drunk your cruel will;
You have smiled on us with far content:—
Are you smiling still?
We were slaves most fit for Solomon,That now can call you kin;It was strength of soul and many yearsThat changed us so within;The strength of those you killed with scorn,The years you could not kill;Steep were the stairs to climb and hard:—Are you smiling still?
We were slaves most fit for Solomon,
That now can call you kin;
It was strength of soul and many years
That changed us so within;
The strength of those you killed with scorn,
The years you could not kill;
Steep were the stairs to climb and hard:—
Are you smiling still?
We have shared your salt of loyalty,And eaten of its bread;We have died with you for Freedom’s sake,And gained it, being dead:You have drawn from out our breasts your life,The life you use so ill:We are they that bore you in the night:—Are you smiling still?
We have shared your salt of loyalty,
And eaten of its bread;
We have died with you for Freedom’s sake,
And gained it, being dead:
You have drawn from out our breasts your life,
The life you use so ill:
We are they that bore you in the night:—
Are you smiling still?