Roughing It In The Bush, By Susanna Moodie











































































































































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THE CONVICT'S WIFE

  Pale matron! I see thee in agony steep
  The pillow on which thy young innocents sleep;
  Their - Page 562
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THE CONVICT'S WIFE

Pale matron!

I see thee in agony steep The pillow on which thy young innocents sleep; Their slumbers are tranquil, unbroken their rest, They know not the grief that convulses thy breast; They mark not the glance of that red, swollen eye, That must weep till the fountain of sorrow is dry; They guess not thy thoughts in this moment of dread, Thou desolate widow, but not of the dead!

Ah, what are thy feelings, whilst gazing on those, Who unconsciously smile in their balmy repose, - The pangs which thy grief-stricken bosom must prove Whilst gazing through tears on those pledges of love, Who murmur in slumber the dear, cherish'd name Of that sire who has cover'd his offspring with shame, - Of that husband whom justice has wrench'd from thy side Of the wretch, who the laws of his country defied?

Poor, heart-broken mourner! thy tears faster flow, Time can bring no oblivion to banish thy woe; The sorrows of others are soften'd by years. Ah, what now remains for thy portion but tears? Anxieties ceaseless, renew'd day by day, While thy heart yearns for one who is ever away. No hope speeds thy thoughts as they traverse the wave To the far-distant land of the exile and slave.

And those children, whose birth with such rapture was hail'd, When the holiest feelings of nature prevail'd, And the bright drops that moisten'd the father's glad cheek Could alone the deep transport of happiness speak; When he turn'd from his first-born with glances of pride, In grateful devotion to gaze on his bride, The loved and the loving, who, silent with joy, Alternately gazed from the sire to his boy.

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