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HOURS OF IDLENESS.
For still my heart regards thy weal
Warmly, as it was wont to do.
2.
Thy husband's blest—and 'twill impart
Some pangs to view his happier lot:[1]
But let them pass—Oh! how my heart
Would hate him if he loved thee not!
3.
When late I saw thy favourite child,
I thought my jealous heart would break;
But when the unconscious infant smil'd,
I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
4.
I kiss'd it,—and repress'd my sighs
Its father in its face to see;
But then it had its mother's eyes,
And they were all to love and me.
5.[2]
Mary, adieu! I must away:
While thou art blest I'll not repine;
But near thee I can never stay;
My heart would soon again be thine.
