You women of today who fear so much The women of the future, showing how The dangers of her course are such and such— What are you now? Mothers and Wives and Housekeepers, forsooth! Great names, you cry, full scope to rule and please, Room for wise age and energetic youth!— But are you these? Housekeepers? Do you then, like those of yore, Keep house with power and pride, with grace and ease? No, you keep servants only! What is more— You don’t keep these! Wives, say you? Wives! Blessed indeed are they Who hold of love the everlasting keys, Keeping their husbands’ hearts! Alas the day! You don’t keep these!  And mothers? Pitying Heaven! Mark the cry From cradle death-beds! Mothers on their knees! Why, half the children born, as children, die! You don’t keep these! And still the wailing babies come and go, And homes are waste, and husbands’ hearts fly far; There is no hope until you dare to know The thing you are!