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00:00Peace to the Odolisk by Emily Pfeiffer
00:04One. Peace to the Odolisk, the facile slave whose unrespective love rewards the brave,
00:14or cherishes the coward, she who yields her lord the fief of waste, uncultured fields,
00:22to fester in non-using, she whose hour is measured by her beauty's transient flower,
00:29who lives in man as he in God, and dies his parasite, who shuts her from the skies,
00:36graceful ephemera, fair mourning dream of the young world.
00:41In vain would women's hearts in love with sacrifice withstand the stream of human progress.
00:48Other spheres, new parts await them, God be with them in their quest,
00:53our brave, sad, working women of the West.
00:56Two. Peace to the Odolisk, whose morning glory is vanishing to be alone in story.
01:04Firm in her place, a dull-robed figure stands, with wistful eyes and earnest grappling hands,
01:12the working woman, she whose soul and brain, her tardy right are bought with honest pain.
01:19O woman's sacrifice may still be thine, more fruitful than the souls ye did resign to sated masters,
01:28from your lives so real, will shape itself a pure and high ideal,
01:35that ye will seek with sad wide open eyes, till finding nowhere baffled love shall rise,
01:41to higher planes, where passion may look pale, but charity's white light shall never fail.
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