O well have we done the old tasks! in the old, old ways
We have kept the house in order, we have given the children birth;
And our sons went out with their fathers, and left us alone at the hearth!
We have cooked the meats for their table; we have woven
their cloth at the loom;
We have pulled the weeds from their gardens, and kept the flowers in bloom;
And then we have sat and waited, alone in a silent room.
We have borne all the pains of travail in giving life to
We have toiled and saved, for the masters, and helped them to power and place;
And when we asked for a pittance, they gave it with grudging grace.
On the bold, bright face of the dollar all the evils of
earth are shown.
We are weary of love that is barter, and of virtue that pines alone;
We are out in the world with the masters: we are finding and claiming our own!
Poems of Problems. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
London : Gay and Hancock, 1914.
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