Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 241
have—and every flower a thorn ; You would not, light as thistle-down, thisFourth of Julymorn, Dance round withyour torpedoesand your mel-low mimic horn: For you would be,poor little maid,unused to goalone,— A prisoner whosebandaged feetno liberty haveknown! Oh ! what is it floats above us, so… … And if, a darling of his rayWhere far in burn i ng h eavens shine the snows of Himalay,Where women waste their dreary lives andIn braiding jewels the sun, you first had seen
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