Would hate him, if he loved thee not!
When late I saw thy favourite child,
I thought my jealous heart would break,
But when the unconscious infant smiled,
I kissed it for its mother’s sake.
I kissed it—and repressed my sighs,
Its father in its face to see;
But then it had its mother’s eyes,
And they were all to love and me.
Mary, adieu! I must away: