Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.

But As To Women, Who Can Penetrate The Real Sufferings Of Their She Condition? Man's Very Sympathy With Their Estate Has Much Of Selfishness And More Suspicion. Their Love, Their Virtue, Beauty, Education, But Form Good Housekeepers, To Breed A Nation.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.