Iii

The mother of all loving wives (Condemned unborn to many a tear) Is fain to take his hand, and strives In sorrow to be doubly dear-- But shame deprives.

The shame, the woe, the black surprise, That love's first dream should have such ending, To weep, and wipe neglected eyes I Oh loss of true love, far transcending Lost Paradise!

For is it faith, that cannot live One gloomy hour, and soar above The clouds of fate? And is it love, That will not e'en forgive?