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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Stranger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thee not, young maiden, yet I know that there must be<br>Around that heart of thine, sweet ties of clinging sympathy;<br>Dwell'st thou not ‘midst thy childhood's hours, a loved and loving one,<br>Around whose path affection's light hath ever sunshine thrown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sister's arm is round thee twined, perchance, oh deeply blest!<br>A parent's fond and holy kiss upon thy brow is prest;<br>A brother's love—is that, too, thine?—a gem of priceless worth,<br>To guard thee, like a talisman, amid the storms of earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then blame me not, that I should seek, although I know not thee,<br>To waken in thy heart its chords of holiest sympathy;<br>It is for woman's bleeding heart, for woman's humbled form,<br>O'er which the reeking lash is swung, with life's red current warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is for those who wildly mourn o'er many a broken tie,<br>As sweet as those which swell thy heart with happiness so high;<br>For those whose hearts are rent and crush'd by foul oppression's hand,<br>The wrong'd, the wretched, the enslaved, in freedom's chosen land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, lady! when a sister's cry is ringing on the air,<br>When woman's pleading eye is raised in agonized despair,<br>When woman's limbs are scourged and sold ‘midst rude and brutal mirth,<br>And all affection's holiest ties are trampled to the earth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May female hearts be still unstirr'd, and ‘midst their wretched lot,<br>The victims of unmeasured wrongs be carelessly forgot?<br>Or shall the prayer be pour'd for them, the tear be freely given,<br>Until the chains, that bind them now, from every limb be riven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117553" data-title="To A Stranger de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="I know thee not, young maiden, yet I know that there must be/Around that heart of thine, sweet ties of clinging sympathy;/Dwell'st thou not ‘midst thy childhood's hours, a loved and loving one,/Around whose path affection's light hath ever sunsh..."></div> </div> </div>
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