Suffrage Songs and Verses — Locked Inside

LOCKED INSIDE f She beats upon her bolted door, With faint weak hands;

Drearily walks the narrow floor;

Sullenly sits, blank walls before;

Despairing stands.

Life calls her, Duty, Pleasure, Gain-- Her dreams respond;

But the blank daylights wax and wane, Dull peace, sharp agony, slow pain-- No hope beyond.

Till she comes a thought!

She lifts her head, The world grows wide!

A voice--as if clear words were said-- “Your door, O long imprisonéd, Is locked inside!

” NOW f