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278 For still my heart regards thy weal

Warmly, as it was wont to do.

2.

Thy husband's blest—and 'twill impart

Some pangs to view his happier lot:

But let them pass—Oh! how my heart

Would hate him if he loved thee not!

3.

When late I saw thy favourite child,

I thought my jealous heart would break;

But when the unconscious infant smil'd,

I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.

4.

I kiss'd it,—and repress'd my sighs

Its father in its face to see;

But then it had its mother's eyes,

And they were all to love and me.

5.

Mary, adieu! I must away:

While thou art blest I'll not repine;

But near thee I can never stay;

My heart would soon again be thine.