Their loss we but little repent.
We both had our lovers devoted
Who pledged us their promises sure, -
We loved, and in loving were happy,
Though I knew I must always be poor.
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Perchance I then envied your riches
And thought you more lucky than I, -
I know now that wealth and contentment
No longer in unison lie!
You wedded the man you had chosen,
Were happy, and are even yet;
My love, like a peach-bloom in spring-time
Was chilled - but I cannot forget!
My mother, poor soul, was ambitious
For me to wed out of our sphere,
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