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Burdened
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“Genius, a man’s weapon, a woman’s burden.”–Lamartine.

Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life
Than to be burdened so that you can not
Sit down contented with the common lot
Of happy mother and devoted wife.

To feel your brain wild and your bosom rife
With all the sea’s commotion; to be fraught
With fires and frenzies which you have not sought,
And weighed down with the wild world’s weary strife;

To feel a fever always in your breast;
To lean and hear, half in affright, half shame,
A loud-voiced public boldly mouth your name;
To reap your hard-sown harvest in unrest,
And know, however great your meed of fame,
You are but a weak woman at the best.