by Louisa Lawson (1848-1920)
Icared not what they failings were
They faults I would not see.
I only knew I loved thee well
And thought thee true to me.
I shunned amid life’s busy crowd
Those who would thee defame.
For oh, it pained a trusting heart
To hear men idly blame.
I would not heed when meddling friends
Would whisper aught of thee.
I thought not one so seeming true
Could e’er a traitor be.
And then they knew not of thy tone
Of love and fond caress
That would my soul responsive move
With it’s great tenderness.
Nor how my hungry, aching heart
Craved the kind word or smile
That did my thoughts, despondent grown,
From my sad life beguile.
They knew not, and nor mortal shall,
All thou hast been to me.
But I forgive thee all because
Thou once wert true to me.
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