WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE,
BY R. H. STODDARD.
Bitter words are easy spoken;
Not so easily forgot;
Hearts it may be can be broken—
Mine cannot!
When thou lovest me I adore thee;
Hating, I can hate thee too;
But I will not bow before thee—
Will not sue!
Even now, without endeavor,
Thou hast wounded so my pride,
I could leave thee, and for ever—
Though I died!