For all the weary years of my young life Must be gone through in lonely solitude, For Honour says I needs must pluck thee from Oh, Holy Mother, how can I do this? How can I make this cruel, cruel wrench? 'Twixt Love and Duty-rather should be said 'Twixt Love and Law-there comes a struggle great. My lord, I am not free; I wear the yoke Of marriage-bonds that only Death relieves. Ten years ago I was a happy girl, Although an orphan; placed all safe 'twas thought In quiet convent school, therein to stay In strict seclusion till I was of age. My liberty attained, I would be free To choose the veil or enter marriage state With full consent of my two guardians. 'Twas known throughout the convent I was rich; The same was talked of in the village too; But of the will and testament, exact Provisions no one knew, save these old men A priest and layman. Now, our convent stood Ah, those were happy days! To me the nuns Appeared like angels pure; they thought of naught But God and Jesu's Virgin Mother. Thus, Their love of Heaven to prove, they gave them selves To teach and train us children. Oft I stood, Sweet saints had wings, and harps of gold, but these Were 'tired in darkest garb, as if our world Anear the village dwelt one Carlos, gay By strong necessity to find a mode of livelihood. Upon us girls. She whispered in mine ears I had no friends. Shut out from all the world One day 'tis graven on my brain with fire- Not taste till his return. I filled the place In my solitude, still watching for him, The pains of travail overtook me straight. Then, in my dreadful agony, I prayed That I might die. The anguish of my soul 'Twas like a spell of hell that awful night, My mind and frame with torture torn, and soon My strength was spent. Then I remembered that another life Might claim my care-that I must live for one I oft gave alms and cheerful words, peeped in. Was lost the babe, so strong erstwhile within my : womb, In its unaided struggles for its life Was slain, and with it gone my dream of love. And in my heart I thought that God took heed Then utter weakness held me down; I lay For weeks 'twixt life and death, all cold and white. When I revived, and hue of health came back In deepest bitterness of soul that I Had done with him for ever. Rumour said His paramour with him had fled away. |