I  night,

    And e!

    rite a Nations curse for me,

    And send it over tern Sea.

    I faltered, taking up the word:

    Not so, my lord!

    If curses must be, cher

    to send t my brother.

    For I am bound by gratitude,

    By love and blood,

    to brothe sea,

    retc kindly o me.

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    From ts of love a curse is driven,

    As ligops of heaven.

    Not so, I answered. Evermore

    My  is sore

    For my otle feet

    Of creet:

    For parked-up  gainsay

    t of way:

    For almsgiving t is

    Not open enougo kiss:

    For love of freedom wes

    Beyond traits:

    For patriot virtue starved to vice on

    Self-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:

    For an oligarc,

    And bribes .

    curse to another land assign,

    he sins of mine?

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    Because t strengto see and e

    A foul te.

    Not so, I answered once again.

    to curse, choose men.

    For I, a woman, have only known

    melts and tears run down.

    t te

    My curse to-night.

    Some women weep and curse, I say

    (And no one marvels), night and day.

    And t take t to-night,

    eep and e.

    A curse from ths of womanhood

    Is very salt, and bitter, and good.

    So te, and mourned indeed,

    all may read.

    And thus, as was enjoined on me,

    I send it over tern Sea.

    the Curse

    Because ye have broken your own chain

    itrain

    Of brave men climbing a Nations ,

    Yet thong

    On souls of othis wrong

    te.

    Because yourselves are standing straight

    In tate

    Of Freedoms foremost acolyte,

    Yet keep calm footing all time

    On his crime

    te.

    Because ye prosper in Gods name,

    ith a claim

    to ,

    Yet do tly

    In strangling martyrs, -- for this lie

    te.

    Ye sch while kings conspire

    Round the peoples smouldering fire,

    And, ,

    Shall never dare -- O shame!

    to utter t into flame

    your .

    te.

    Ye scions strive

    ithe bloodhounds, die or survive,

    Drop faint from their jaws,

    Or ttle to death;

    And only under your breath

    She cause.

    te.

    Ye scrong men draw

    ts of feudal law

    to strangle the weak;

    And, counting the sin for a sin,

    Your soul shin

    the word ye shall speak.

    te.

    t C may avenge

    And deliver th,

    the prayer in your ears, said low,

    Sramp of a foe

    ts driving you forth.

    te.

    heir praise,

    t of the phrase,

    As if carried too far.

    your o true,

    Ye shing which ye do

    Derides w ye are.

    te.

    taunts at your gate,

    Your scorn ye s abate

    As ye look oer the wall;

    For your conscience, tradition, and name

    Explode h a deadlier blame

    t of them all.

    te.

    Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done,

    Go, plant your flag in the sun

    Beside the ill-doers!

    And recoil from clenche curse

    Of Gods nessing Universe

    ith a curse of yours.

    te.