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And her soft, gentle, hazel eye,
No fault in him could e'er espy.
No fault in him could e'er espy.
Alas! too early did she find,
Not even marriage vows could bind
A heart that was inclin'd to rove,
In search of new and varied love.
Not even marriage vows could bind
A heart that was inclin'd to rove,
In search of new and varied love.
And yet in secret did she mourn,
And still she hop'd he would return
To virtue's path, and be once more
All she had fondly hop'd before.
And still she hop'd he would return
To virtue's path, and be once more
All she had fondly hop'd before.
But vain the hope—for months, for years,
She shed dark sorrow's silent tears;
'Twas for her babes so long she'd borne
His harsh unkindness and his scorn.
She shed dark sorrow's silent tears;
'Twas for her babes so long she'd borne
His harsh unkindness and his scorn.
