Woman, sitting at your ease,
In the midst of luxuries,
Bound by chains of selfishness,
With no aim but 'how to dress,'
...
To J. J. H., Of Kentucky
Gathering brands from the burning,
Plucking them out of the fire,
...
'Tis the song of the morning,
The words of the sun,
As he swings o'er the mountains:
'There's work to be done:
...