“The pass-word now is lost
To that initiation full and free;
Daily we pay the cost
Of our slow schooling for divine degree.”

Life Without and Life Within (1859), Sub Rosa, Crux
Context: The pass-word now is lost
To that initiation full and free;
Daily we pay the cost
Of our slow schooling for divine degree.
We know no means to feed an undying lamp;
Our lights go out in every wind or damp.

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American feminist, poet, author, and activist 1810–1850

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