Yet her chief claim on our interest is founded on the shorter poems, in which she took least pride. In these she showed her real command of word and measure to express poetic thought. Her "Contemplations," for example, is as poetic in thought as Bryant's "Thanatopsis," or as Lanier's "The Marshes of Glynn," to which it stands in suggestive contrast (see pp. 161 and 357). The former two are on the idea that nature endures but man passes away. This was never long absent from the Puritan mind, but when it came to the ordinary Puritan it was likely to be cast into homely and prosaic verse, as in the epitaph: The path of death it must be trod By them that wish to walk with God. Anne Bradstreet, taking the same observation, wrote with noble dignity: O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivions curtain over kings, Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a Record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid in th' dust Nor wit, nor gold, nor buildings, scape time's rust; But he whose name is grav'd in the white stone[1] Shall last and shine when all of these are gone. [1] Rev. ii, 17. Yet as a strictly Puritan poetess she did only one part of her work. She was even more interesting as an early champion of her sex. She did not go so far as to assert equality of the sexes; that was too far in advance of the age for her imagination. But she did contend that women should be given credit for whatever was worth "small praise." This appears again and again in her shorter poems. Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are Men have precedency and still excell, It is but vain unjustly to wage warre; Men can do best, and women know it well; Preheminence in all and each is yours; Yet grant some small acknowledgment of ours. Naturally she was full of pride in the achievements of Queen Elizabeth, a pride which she expressed in a fine song "In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess": From all the Kings on earth she won the prize. Nor say I more then duly is her due, Millions will testifie that this is true. She hath wip'd off th' aspersion of her Sex, That women wisdom lack to play the Rex: Spains Monarch, sayes not so, nor yet his host: She taught them better manners, to their cost. The Salique law, in force now had not been, If France had ever hop'd for such a Queen. But can you Doctors now this point dispute, She's Argument enough to make you mute. Since first the sun did run his nere run race, And earth had once a year, a new old face, Since time was time, and man unmanly man, Come shew me such a _Phoenix_ if you can? Then follows a recital of Elizabeth's proudest triumphs, and assertions of how far she surpassed Tomris, Dido, Cleopatra, Zenobya, and the conclusion: