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DEJECTED WIFE!
Is it for this unwandering mind,
This heart, which only glows for thee,
To mark that cold averted eye,
Where not one blessing beams for me!
This heart, which only glows for thee,
To mark that cold averted eye,
Where not one blessing beams for me!
Is it for this adoring thought,
Which on thy plighted honour lives,
To wonder at a causeless change,
Yet want the pitying hope it gives?
Which on thy plighted honour lives,
To wonder at a causeless change,
Yet want the pitying hope it gives?
Is it for me, who many a day,
Have, in that passioned glance of thine,
Read words of truth and lasting love,
To doubt its character divine?
Have, in that passioned glance of thine,
Read words of truth and lasting love,
To doubt its character divine?
Rather, since all the gods have shed
Their glories round each mental grace,
To bid inferior mortals find
A heaven on that reflecting face;
Their glories round each mental grace,
To bid inferior mortals find
A heaven on that reflecting face;
Submissive as the martyr's zeal,
With suffering heart and patient eye,
When hope's deceptive dream has fled,
Be mine to worship, and to die.
With suffering heart and patient eye,
When hope's deceptive dream has fled,
Be mine to worship, and to die.
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