Love went to the Capuchin Church,
But soon came out again;
For after all his eager search,
He saw there only men.
Oh! Church of grief! Oh! shrine of tears!
Where woman has no place—
To lift her snow-white soul in prayers,
And sweetly sue for grace.
There cannot be for man a Heaven,
And not for woman too,
For woman to the earth was given,
To bless it, and renew.
In virgin forms do saints abide,
In virgin voices pray,
And all upon this earth beside,
Is worthless, loveless clay.
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