These are unmanly struggles, but I feel
This hour must end them, and perhaps will heal.”
Here Dinah sigh’d, as if afraid to speak -
And then repeated - “They were frail and weak:
His soul she lov’d, and hoped he had the grace
To fix his thoughts upon a better place.”
She ceased; - with steady glance, as if to see
The very root of this hypocrisy, -
He her small fingers moulded in his hard
And bronzed broad hand; then told her his regard,