Dora Sigerson Shorter,
The Seeking of Content
(1893)
“ Till the sight burns dim, till the wick's no more, To give our masters a coach-and-four, To spatter us with the mire. If nothing to lose, we have all to win. To a heart's despair sin scarce seems sin— When hope dies out, maybe crime steals in, And patience may sometime grow sick and tire. ”
