<h2><SPAN name="page41"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>BURDENED</h2>
<blockquote><p>“Genius, a man’s weapon, a
woman’s burden.”—Lamartine.</p>
</blockquote>
<p class="poetry">Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life<br/>
Than to be burdened so that you can not<br/>
Sit down contented with the common lot<br/>
Of happy mother and devoted wife.</p>
<p class="poetry">To feel your brain wild and your bosom rife<br/>
With all the sea’s commotion; to be fraught<br/>
With fires and frenzies which you have not
sought,<br/>
And weighed down with the wild world’s weary strife;</p>
<p class="poetry">To feel a fever always in your breast;<br/>
To lean and hear, half in affright, half shame,<br/>
A loud-voiced public boldly mouth your name;<br/>
To reap your hard-sown harvest in unrest,<br/>
And know, however great your meed of fame,<br/>
You are but a weak woman at the best.</p>
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