VI + 

The Woman Whom Satan Had Bound + 

For years eighteen she, patient soul, + 

Her eyes had graveward sent; + 

Her earthly life was lapt in dole, + 

She was so bowed and bent. + 

What words! To her? Who can be near? + 

What tenderness of hands! + 

Oh! is it strength, or fancy mere? + 

New hope, or breaking bands? + 

The pent life rushes swift along + 

Channels it used to know; + 

Up, up, amid the wondering throng, + 

She rises firm and slow⁠— + 

To bend again in grateful awe⁠— + 

For will is power at length⁠— + 

In homage to the living Law + 

Who gives her back her strength. + 

Uplifter of the down-bent head! + 

Unbinder of the bound! + 

Who seest all the burdened + 

Who only see the ground! + 

Although they see thee not, nor cry, + 

Thou watchest for the hour + 

To lift the forward-beaming eye, + 

To wake the slumbering power! + 

Thy hand will wipe the stains of time + 

From off the withered face; + 

Upraise thy bowed old men, in prime + 

Of youthful manhood’s grace! + 

Like summer days from winter’s tomb, + 

Shall rise thy women fair; + 

Gray Death, a shadow, not a doom, + 

Lo, is not anywhere! + 

All ills of life shall melt away + 

As melts a cureless woe, + 

When, by the dawning of the day + 

Surprised, the dream must go. + 

I think thou, Lord, wilt heal me too, + 

Whate’er the needful cure; + 

The great best only thou wilt do, + 

And hoping I endure. + 