my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and
Her rainbow over life and time,
my bride, and mother to you!
O, nurtured in sweet
And fed on flowers and light and dew
Of morning meadows -spare, ah, spare
and upbraid me not
That, yielding scarce to reckless
But jealous of your future lot,
I sealed you
in a fate subdued.
Have I not saved you from the
Theft, and ignoring which need be
triumph of the insincere
Rest, therefore, free from all despite,
the arms of comfortable night.