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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other!
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Pt. X, Hiawatha's Wooing, st. 1

 
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