Oh! aching heart and restless head,
Love long has lost all power to cheer me,
But soon I shall be dead!”
A downward plunge—one stifled scream,—
No more she’ll watch, and weep, and sigh,
She sank beneath the gurgling stream,
Whose murmers were her lullaby!
Oh! think awhile on lives like these:
Why should the rich alone divorce?
Why drive the poor from bad to worse,