ted man,

    Self-called George Sand ! whe lions

    Of tumultuous senses, moans defiance

    And anss can:

    I hunder ran

    Above the applauded circus, in appliance

    Of tures strength and science,

    Drawo pinions, we as wings of swan,

    From trong so amaze the place

    it ! t to womans claim

    And mans, mig join beside the angels grace

    Of a pure genius sanctified from blame

    till co thine embrace

    to kiss upon tainless fame.