"Home" says the sweet voice, and warm Comfort rises,Holding my soul with velvet-fingered hands;Comfort of leafy lair and lapping fur,Soft couches, cushions, curtains, and the stirOf easy pleasures that the body prizes,Of soft, swift feet to serve the least commands.I shrink-half rise-and then it murmurs "Duty!"Again the past rolls out-a scroll unfurled;Allegiance and long labor due my lordAllegiance in an idleness abhorred-I am the squaw-the slave-the harem beauty-I serve and serve, the handmaid of the world.My soul rebels-but hark! a new note thrilling,Deep, deep, past finding-I protest no...