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That fills my soul with grief. 

 But though he broke his marriage vows, 

 / was a true and faithful spouse j 



That gives my heart relief. 



III. 



I fear that my afflicted state 

 Insures consumption as my fate ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 But, spite of tears, I cannot trace 

 As yet. a wrinkle in my face ; 



That gives my heart relief. 



IV. 



A sorry lot I own is mine 

 My purse betrays a lack of coin ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 But my physician, young and wise, 

 O'er all my wants keeps watchful eyrs ; 



That gives my heart relief. 



V. 



This kind consoler often shows 



A warmth which troubles my repose ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 He weeps with me my husband dead 

 He's gentle, tender, and well-bred; 



That gives my heart relief. 



VI. 



Forced by necessity, I take 



The generous gifts he loves to make ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 But though he's liberal, I own, 

 My prudence keeps his ardour down ; 



That gives my heart relief. 



VII. 



With glowing love I see him burn 

 I see he hopes a soft return ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 But then, thank Heaven ! my conduct tells 

 As yet of friendship nothing else; 

 " That gives my heart relief. 



VIII. 



His words assuage my mournful woes, 

 And tojach my widowed heart too close ; 



That fills my soul with grief. 

 Ah ! if the ruling fates have plann'd 

 That he one day should win my hand '. 



That gives my heart relief. 



