All thoughts of waking warm affection’s strain;
Oh! can they think my proud, high heart would show
The wish for blessings it may never know?
Watchful and wary of each look and word,
Lest they, earth’s joyous ones, should chance to learn
The feelings that within so oft are stirred,
That such emotions in my bosom burn,
Yet here unseen, unheard, I must give way,
And for awhile to anguish yield the sway.
Alone! What weary thoughts at that word throng,