From her meek eyes th' unwhisper'd thought--
'Bear it, my Edward, for thy mother's sake!
He cares not, in his sullen mood,
If this poor heart with anguish break.'
That look was felt, and understood
By her young son, thus school'd to bear
His wrongs, to soothe her deep despair.
"Oh, how I loath'd him!--how I scorn'd
His idiot laugh, or demon frown,--
His features bloated and deform'd;