Samuel Hardman - Patience

I yet see Patience's chiseled face,
Her eye awyr;
And I never saw one of her race
That didn't make me cry.

Guilt, the inward poisoner's pain,
Cause all to sink and sign:
High Lord! her father loved her plain-
The baby had to die.

Samuel Hardman

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