“Various the ways in which our souls are tried; Love often fails where most our faith relied; Some wayward heart may win without a thought, That which thine own by sacrifice hath bought; Whilst thou, forsaken, grieving, left to pine, Vainly mayst claim his plighted faith as thine; Vainly with forced indulgence strive to smile In the cold world, heart-broken all the while, Or from its glittering and unquiet crowd, Thy brain on fire, thy spirit crushed and bowed, Creep home unnoticed, there to weep alone, Mocked by a claim that gives thee not thine own, Which leaves thee bound through all thy blighted youth To him whose perjured soul hath broke its truth; While the just world beholding thee be…
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