Be more—be all! ——The precious truth confess— }
Art thou not Frances?”—— }
“O, my William! yes! }
But spare me, spare thyself, and suffer less. }
In my best days, the spring-time of my life,
I was not worthy to be William’s wife;
A widow now—not poor, indeed—not cast
In outer darkness—sorrowing for the past,
And for the future hoping—but no more:
Let me the pledges of thy love restore,