The Wife to her Inebriate Husband,
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ILoyEp thee in thy beauty
loved thee in thy pride;
And shall now forsake thee, when
All others leave thy sidef
When thou vast pure loved thee,
In life's unsullied morn;
And now thou hast become mark,
For the worlds bitter scorn.
And shall |, shall leave thee
Alone to stem the strifei
No! all degraded as thou art,
Yet still am thy wife.
swore to love thee ever,
And breathed the marriage vow;
That VOW, so pure, so sacred then,
Is it less binding now'
They bid me to forsake thee,
And tell me to forget;
But memory Of other days,
Is lingering round me yet
And oh cannot leave thee,
For hope is strong within;
That yet thou wilt forsake the cup,
The poisoned cup Of sin,
And be once more the comfort
OF this poor weary heart;
All other friends may leave thee now,
But will not depart OLiUe Branch