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Excerpt from A Dream of the Gironde and Other Poems Madame Roland. The years roll back, and I again am young: A merry child, yet thoughtful 'midst my glee, And bearing still about me a faint trace Of heaven, I left with tears - and a dim glance (They tell me) of that heaven in pensive eyes, And brow attuned to wonder, and low voice, Which ever knocked at hearts, and craved a place - In joy or sorrow, - only just a place, - A little niche - a cranny - there to rest - Nor feel alone in this wide earth of tears. And still that feeling lives, and still it leads Me from the abstract to the personal: I feel the urging of my woman soul Against the man's strong will, which must endure Tho' cast from kindred hearts, and all alone Forced to toil on; a blessing, but unbless'd: Until death lifts the curtain, and men feel What they could never see, and know too late The God's gift, which they counted all too poor For little human love to rest upon!... My God, Thou knowest that my soul is set, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.