She yielded to his stubborn will;
Perchance she felt remonstrance vain,--
The effort to resist gave pain.
But carefully she hid her grief
From him, the idol of her youth;
And fondly hoped, against belief,
That her deep love and stedfast truth
Would touch his heart, and win him back
From Folly's dark and devious track.
"Vain hope! the drunkard's heart is hard as stone,