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THE DESERTED WIFE.
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BY JAMES q. pERefvAL.

 He comes not-f have watched the moon % down But Vet he comes not. Once ii was not so He thinks not how these bitter tears do flow, The while he holds his riot in that town. Yet be will come, and chide, and shall weep; And he will wake my infant from it's sleep, To blend is feeble waing with my tears. Q how 1 love mothers watch to keep Over those sleeping eyes, that smile which cheers My heart, though sunk in sorrow fixed and deep. had husband once, who loved me--now He ever wears frown upon his brow, And feeds his passion on 9 wanton's lip. As bees, from laural flowers, poison sip; But yet cannot hate--O there were hours, When could hang forever on his eye, And time, who stole with silent swiltness by, Screwed, as he hurried on, his path with flowers. l loved him then--he loved me too My heart Still finds its iondness kindle if he smile; The memory of our loves will nc 'er depart; And though he often sting me with dart, Fenomd and barb'd and waste upon the vile, Caresses which his babe and mine should share; Though he should spurn mo, will calmly bear His madness-and should sickness come and lay It's paralyzing hand upon him, then 1 would with kindness. all my wrongs repay, Until the penitent should weep and say How injured, and how faithful had been