“But the world moves on, and the piteous Earth
Still groans in the monster pain;
And the star that leads me points onward yet,
Though the red drops fall like rain!”

— Voltairine de Cleyre

And Thou Too (1888)

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American anarchist writer and feminist 1866–1912

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