ted man,
Self-called George Sand ! whe lions
Of tumultuous senses, moans defiance
And anss can:
I hunder ran
Above the applauded circus, in appliance
Of tures strength and science,
Drawo pinions, we as wings of swan,
From trong so amaze the place
it ! t to womans claim
And mans, mig join beside the angels grace
Of a pure genius sanctified from blame
till co thine embrace
to kiss upon tainless fame.