But Woe Awaits A Country

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty, And On Woman Therefore I Have Exercised It.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.