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Are Women People? A Book of Rhymes for Suffrage Times · Chapter 62A Lady’s Choice

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Her old love in tears and silence had been building her a palace

Ringed by moats and flanked with towers, he had set it on a hill

“Here,” he said, “will come no whisper of the world’s alarms and

malice,

In these granite walls imprisoned, I will keep you safe from ill.”

As he spoke along the highway there came riding by a stranger,

For an instant on her features, he a fleeting glance bestowed,

Then he said: “My heart is fickle and the world is full of danger,”

And he offered her his stirrup and he pointed down the road.