|And did he say, "more human, more divine
Is womankind than man may hope to be,
When his own virtues and his verse combine
To prove none choicer on the earth than he?
He offers woman his sincerest praise;
A tribute artless, unaffected, sweet;
When, all unconscious of himself, he lays
Himself and all his sex before her feet.
O, magic lyrist, we of lesser touch
Would tune our harps to thine exalted key;
That we might eulogize her just as much
In this: "more human, more divine than we."
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)