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Show THE OLD SUFFRAGIST. H By .Margaret VViddemcr M She could havo loved her woman passions boat H Deeper than theirs, or else she had not known H How to have dropped her heart beneath their H feet, A living stopping-stone. H The little hands did they not clutch her heart? H The guarding arms was she not very tired? H Was it an easy thing to walk apart, Unresting, undesired? H She gave away bor crown of woman praise, H Her gentleness and silent girlhood's graco H To bo a merriment for idle days, H Scorn for tho markot-place. M She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good, H For that cold hope she knew she could not H see: Those not her daugh tors knowing womanhood H And lovo and beauty free. J-m |