Author: Julia Ward Howe

Howe’s Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the […]

What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov’st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav’st […]

The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the […]

I never made a poem, dear friend I never sat me down, and said, This cunning brain and patient hand […]

Arise then…women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! […]