When Woman is in rags, and poor, And sorrow, cold, and hunger tease her, If Man would only listen more To that small voice that crieth"Ease her!" Without the guidance of a friend, Though legal sharks and screws attack her, If Man would only more attend To that small voice that crieth"Back her!" So oft it would not be his fate To witness some despairing dropper In Thames's tide, and run too late To that small voice that crieth"Stop her!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS THE HARVEST by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE ROAD MENDERS by LAURENCE BINYON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: ANY HOUSEWIFE'S LAMENT by BERTON BRALEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 24 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |