Remember that my faults, though not atoned for,
Are ended. Yet, I dread thy nature will
Grieve more above the blighted name and ashes
Which once were mightiest in Assyria—than——
But I grow womanish again, and must not;
I must learn sternness now. My sins have all
Been of the softer order——hide thy tears—
I do not bid thee not to shed them—'twere
Easier to stop Euphrates at its source400
Than one tear of a true and tender heart—