Menken, Adah Isaacs
AWAY down into the shadowy depths of the Real I once lived.
I thought that to seem was to be.
But the waters of Marah were beautiful, yet they were bitter.
I waited, and hoped, and prayed;
Counting the heart-throbs and the tears that answered them.
Through my earnest pleadings for the True, I learned
that the mildest mercy of life was a smiling sneer;
And that the business of the world was to lash with
vengeance all who dared to be what their God had made
Smother back tears to the red blood of the heart!
Crush out things called souls!
No room for them here!