Because the time is ripe, the age is ready, Because the world her woman's help demands, Out of the long subjection and seclusion Come to our field of warfare and confusion The mother's heart and hands. Long has she stood aside, endured and waited, While man swung forward, toiling on alone; Now, for the weary man, so long ill-mated, Now, for the world for which she was created, Comes woman to her own. Not for herself! though sweet the air of freedom; Not for herself, though dear the new-born power; But for the child, who needs a nobler mother, For the whole people, needing one another, Comes woman to her hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN |