SUBMISSION.
(By Miriam Teichtvr.)
Submission ? They have preached at that so long, As though the head bowed down would right the wrong; As though the folded hand, the coward heart Were saintly signs of souls sublimely strong; As though the man who acts the waiting part And but submits, had little wings a-start. But may I never reach that anguished plight Where 1 at last grow weary of the fight! Submission : “W rong, of course, must ever be. Because it ever was. Tis not for me To seek a change; to strike the maiden blow. 'Tis best to bow the head and not to see; 'Tis best to dream, that we need never know The truth —to turn our eyes away from woe.” Perhaps. But, ah! I pray fjr keener sinht. And—mav I not grow weary of the fight!
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 266, 18 August 1917, Page 3
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139SUBMISSION. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 266, 18 August 1917, Page 3
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