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But some wives must bear it, some hearts suffer and break:
Why shall not I doom my life to darkness as well? I shall not be alone;
I will be brave, I will conquer! I will not give voice to a sigh!
Go forth! and God keep thee! thou only and idolized one!
Why shall not I doom my life to darkness as well? I shall not be alone;
I will be brave, I will conquer! I will not give voice to a sigh!
Go forth! and God keep thee! thou only and idolized one!
I will kiss him my last, and my lips shall not quiver nor shrink;
I will chill not his ardor; his great heart, so loyal and true,
Shall not beat one throb slower for me, shall not with heaviness sink
For my grief, or my tears. I will show what a woman can do!
I will chill not his ardor; his great heart, so loyal and true,
Shall not beat one throb slower for me, shall not with heaviness sink
For my grief, or my tears. I will show what a woman can do!
And if the worst comes,—if he falls,—so let it be! Great grief is dumb!
Who shall proclaim my bereavement unto the people?
Not I! He will be lonesome with waiting,—I shall be speedy to come;
There will be left to me this, thank God! blessed comfort to die!
Who shall proclaim my bereavement unto the people?
Not I! He will be lonesome with waiting,—I shall be speedy to come;
There will be left to me this, thank God! blessed comfort to die!
