Poems of Purpose by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Who sell their favours. Do you think me mad?
No, mother; I am sane, but very sad. I miss my boyhood's faith in woman's worth - Torn from my heart, by 'good folks' of the earth. THE YOUNGER BORN The modern English-speaking young girl is the astonishment of the world and the despair of the older generation. Nothing like her has ever been seen or heard before. Alike in drawing-rooms and the amusement places of the people, she defies conventions in dress, speech, and conduct. She is bold, yet not immoral. She is immodest, yet she is chaste. She has no ideals, yet she is kind and generous. She is an anomaly and a paradox. We are the little daughters of Time and the World his wife, We are not like the children, born in their younger life, We are marred with our mother's follies and torn with our father's strife. We are the little daughters of the modern world, And Time, her spouse. She has brought many children to our father's house Before we came, when both our parents were content With simple pleasures and with quiet homely ways. Modest and mild |
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