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That wiled thee from thy plighted vow, 
From first and unfeigned love, 
And hade thee to a stranger bow, — 
A stranger’s bounty prove! 
Madness! that one so loved by me , 
Should ever thus degraded be! 
For him what could I not have borne! 
What wo! what poverty ! 
And rich in love, have smiled with scorn, 
When heartless wealth rolled by. 
I would have urged him up the steep 
Where hangs the noblest crown 
Honor may gain or Virtue keep,— 
An honest man’s renown; 
Soothed him when yielding to his toils, 
And brightened each success with smiles! 
