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To fulfil immortality in life
Is woman's truth
Whose sole deed is
To disclose us to ourselves,
To whom next to Almighty
All owe their life
And who makes it worth having,
Although in the veil of desire
Is but lust made flesh,
Nature's agreeable blunders
In the magnifying glass of spite,
Yet no man is whole in himself
Save she's the rest of him.
What puzzles the mind,
Heart can understand only by love,
Awareness can touch only by virtue,
So rich in variety
Each perfect in its own line-
Woman-mother, woman-sister, woman-friend,
Revered when alive,
Venerated when dead.
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