human
No more, he cried, no more my love shall feel The mingled agonies I fly to heal; 70
gpt
I go, but soon exulting shall return, And bid my faithful Cora cease to mourn:
human
For oh, amid' each pang my bosom knows, What wastes, what wounds it most, are Cora's woes.
gpt
Sweet was the love that crown'd our happier hours, 75 And shed new fragrance o'er a path of flowers;
human
But sure divided sorrow more endears The tie, that passion seals with mutual tears
gpt
Still let me feel the pressure of thy chain,
human
Still share the fetters which my love detain; Those piercing irons to my soul are dear,
gpt
Nor will their sharpness wound while thou art near. Oh think not, when in thee alone I live, 85
human
This breast can bear the pain thy dangers give, Look on our helpless babe in mis'ry nurst--
gpt
My child--my child, thy mother's heart will burst! Methinks I see the raging battle rise,
human
And hear this harmless suff'rer's feeble cries; 90 I view the blades that pour a sanguine flood,
gpt
And plunge their cruel edge in infant blood.