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194 | Uncollected and Other Poems Sophia and Amelia39 For four and forty vanished years Amelia anguished all alone, Vain were her murmurs, vain her tears! Still stood the soldier on the stone. Amelia anguished all alone. Sophia her sister sat in state Still stood the soldier on the stone Beside the awful iron gate. Sophia her sister sat in state Administering justice well. Beside the awful iron gate Yawning like opening to hell. Administering justice well. This is the duty of the hour: Yawning like opening to hell Is the prerogative of power. This is the duty of the hour. Therefore Amelia has to wait. Is the only prerogative of power Only to guard an iron gate? Therefore Amelia has to wait Until Sophia has had her swing Only to guard an iron gate This is the duty that I sing. Until Sophia has had her swing The faithful soldier sits alone. This is the duty that I sing. The causes poor Amelia’s moan. The faithful soldier sits alone For four and forty vanished years. This causes poor Amelia’s moan— Vain were her murmurs, vain her tears. (Gilman Papers, Schlesinger Library, Radcliffe Institute, folder 193) The Crusade Hymn40 Our eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the day When all shall give their honest work and take their honest pay, And poverty, the social Curse, be wholly swept away— That day is marching on! CHORUS Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jah! Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jah! ...

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