Dora Sigerson Shorter

“ The face of Hope in the darkness shone.
‘O stay,’ I cried, ‘for a moment stay—
Till I pluck from the hedge a wild-rose spray.
Hark, the sweet birds! For a moment stay—
No song I hear on the world's highway,
But cries of women and men alway.’ ”

“ For his hand the while with his dagger plays.
My other self whispers: ‘O joy! for see,
Men and women all worship thee.
Thy flattered ear to their praise incline;
Endless glory and wealth are thine ”