Love! O passion! O woman!
Return what thou hast stole:
Ambition, heart, and treasure,
O free the weary soul.
Loose thy suffering victim;
Unbar the prison door;
Call them back that weary,
Let them live once more.
Why mock your helpless victim?
Loose your galling chain;
To many thou givest pleasure,
To others thou givest pain.
Thy hypnotizing power
Over many holds a sway;
To him it seems a magnet,
It draws his soul away.
Many thou found were happy,
In society held a place;
Thou hypnotized and led them
To shame and sad disgrace.