Sold! A Woman's Protest

“You and I know that Woman Suffrage means Free Love” H.G. [Horace Greeley]

Insulter of all Womanhood and 
     Apostate from our holy path
That dares aspire to broader good,‚
     Lured by ambition’s specreal wraith
He turns from Freedom’s battling van
     To break the rod of guardian laws
And lead the bloody Ku Klux Klan
     Last hope of Treason’s long Lost Cause.

No harp that feels a human’s hand
     For him shall vibrate into song.
No heart a Mother’s hopes expand
     Shall spare him one to speed his throng;
Pure wives & daughters true as steel,
     For him who brands his own with shame
May hush the loathing that they feel,
     But never cheer his fallen name!

Her soul that rodownse with faith sublime
     From bleak Fire Island’s stormy coast
Looks down upon this wreck of time
     Pale scorn, a sad indignant ghost.
Turn hearts of tender, light gave out
     Like stars in deeper day, whom well
He knew to honor, faint for doubt
     In the bright fields of asphodel.

Our struggling Virtue—once that fled
     From lawless power and wicked law
To that free heart,—?? Sickening dread
     To find it fail in one dark hour!
A shudder of impending woe
      Runs thrilling through the bondman’s heart
To see his unrepentant foe
     Led up by Freedom’s olden guest.

Go, fallen from her starry arch,
     Uncheered by loyal hearts, alone
Tread backward your apostate march
     To shameful loss as shameful throne!
No woman’s hope nor woman’s prayer
     Speed forth your Allies’ evil throng,
Nor woman’s throat impulse the air
     With stirring word as rallying song!