I yet see Patience's chiseled face, <br />Her eye awyr; <br />And I never saw one of her race <br />That didn't make me cry. <br /> <br />Guilt, the inward poisoner's pain, <br />Cause all to sink and sign: <br />High Lord! her father loved her plain- <br />The baby had to die.<br /><br />Samuel Hardman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-30/
