Her to the end of life’s bewildered maze,
Blindfolded, while her heart on his would rest
Without one care for Time, one lonely fear
For that Eternity which mortals dread.
Such, then, is woman’s love—and wo to him
By whom her trusting nature is betrayed!
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A change—a fearful, sad and blighting change—
Came o’er them—how or why it matters not—
Enough to know it came—enough to feel