The Lay of Marie by Matilda Betham
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All that makes man by man belov'd and known.
Silence, indignant thought! forego thy sway! Silence! and let me measure on my way! "Soul-struck, and yielding to his fate, My father left his castle gate. 'Thou,' he would cry, with flowing eyes, 'That moment wert the sacrifice! Little, alas! avails to thee Wealth, honours, titles, ancestry; All lost by me! I dar'd to lift On high thy welfare, as a gift! To save thee, dearest, dar'd resign Thy worldly good! it was not mine! But, O! I felt around thee twin'd My very self,--my heart and mind! All that may chance is dead to me, Save only as it touches thee! Could self-infliction but atone For one who lives in thee alone; If my repentance and my tears Could spare thy future smiling years, The fatal curse should only rest Upon this firm, though guilty breast? Yet, tendering from thy vessel's freight Offerings of such exceeding weight, And free thee from one earthly chain! Envy and over-weening hate Would on thy orphan greatness wait; Folly that supple nature bend |
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