This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands,

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Part; It Is A Woman's Whole Existence. In Her First Passion, A Woman Loves Her Lover, In All The Others All She Loves Is Love.

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!