Her Life was checquer'd with afflictive years,
And even her Comfort season'd in her Tears.
Her Life was checquer'd with afflictive years,
And even her Comfort season'd in her Tears.
If not to answer, you might haply think
Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories