Freston
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That which comes nearest to his image, man!
What poet said 'We get no Christ from you?'
And she meant women, 'tis the sex no doubt
God does not love us as He loves His own."
What poet said 'We get no Christ from you?'
And she meant women, 'tis the sex no doubt
God does not love us as He loves His own."
"No Christ from us! ah, no!" my Helen said,—
Her voice was softly thrilling in its tone,—
"Because, in all those many, many years,
There has been but one Christ and He a God;
But from the maidens of Judea fair,
He chose His help-mate to redeem the world."
Her voice was softly thrilling in its tone,—
"Because, in all those many, many years,
There has been but one Christ and He a God;
But from the maidens of Judea fair,
He chose His help-mate to redeem the world."
"And faithfully she did obey His will,
And patiently she suffered for His sake.
It is what mothers oft since then have done,
For suffering, as you say, is woman's forte.
But, oh, the power! the liberty of man!
And patiently she suffered for His sake.
It is what mothers oft since then have done,
For suffering, as you say, is woman's forte.
But, oh, the power! the liberty of man!
To stand among his fellows, lord of them!
To carve a name upon the ages' breast
As lasting as the ages! That were life!
The brain is sexless, also is the soul,
Why can not they soar to the highest heaven
And bring back treasures for the good of all?
But thought and soul in woman's form are weak
And puny, made no doubt to match her arms."
To carve a name upon the ages' breast
As lasting as the ages! That were life!
The brain is sexless, also is the soul,
Why can not they soar to the highest heaven
And bring back treasures for the good of all?
But thought and soul in woman's form are weak
And puny, made no doubt to match her arms."
