“I prize thy gentle heart,
Free from ambition, falsehood, or art,
And thy good mind,
Daily refined,
By pure desire
To fan the heaven-seeking fire.”

Life Without and Life Within (1859), A Greeting

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

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