Poems (Sherwin)/The error
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THE ERROR.
Our ancient sages strangely erred,
When souls to man alone they gave,
And vaunting impiously averred,
That woman's soul dies in the grave.
A sad mistake all must allow,—
But men to make mistakes are prone,—
For sense and reason prove it now,
Our sex have souls—'tis their's have none.
When souls to man alone they gave,
And vaunting impiously averred,
That woman's soul dies in the grave.
A sad mistake all must allow,—
But men to make mistakes are prone,—
For sense and reason prove it now,
Our sex have souls—'tis their's have none.