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Which yields to a succeeding, sharper sting, And that again to others keener still. So kind, so dear, such manly, true affection! Friendship so pure! such noble confidence! Love that surmounted all things! When, in passion, I did an outrage on his fiery blood, What would have hurl'd on any other head The instant stroke of death—he only waited

Give o'er my son; thou art too vehement.

He waited till my senseless rage was spent, Then smiled—O such an upbraiding smile! Open'd his arms, and clasp'd me to his heart. That smile, those open'd arms, I see them now,— I see them constantly; where'er I turn, They front me like a vision of delight Changed to a gorgon terror. But no restraining love did plead for him: As though he had some faithless rav'ller been, All base suggestions were received against him, Were cherish'd, brooded on, by dint of thought Work'd to a semblance of consistent truth, Which, but for thisBase, black ingratitude! Passing all crimes, detested, monstrous! This base, believing heart, this ruffian's hand!