Oh! Man may bear with suffering; his heart / Is a strong thing and godlike in the grasp / Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear / One hard? Affection clings to, part one tie / That binds him to a woman's delicate love, / And his great spirit yielded like a seed. / May slighted woman turn, / and, as a vine that oak hath shaken off, / Bend lightly to her tendencies again? / O, no! By all her loveliness, by all, / That makes life poetry and beauty, no! / Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek, / By needless jealousies; let the last star / Leave her a notcher by your couch of pain; / Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all / That makes her a cup of bitterness - yet give / One evidence of love, and earth has not / An ambulance of devotedness like hers. / But oh! Estrange her once, it boots no how, / By wrong or silence, any thing that tells / A change has come upon your tenderness / And there is not a high thing out of heaven / Her pride o'ermastereth not. / Hagar in the wilderness / N.P. Wilderness" />Oh! Man may bear with suffering; his heart / Is a strong thing and godlike in the grasp / Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear / One hard? Affection clings to, part one tie / That binds him to a woman's delicate love, / And his great spirit yielded like a seed. / May slighted woman turn, / and, as a vine that oak hath shaken off, / Bend lightly to her tendencies again? / O, no! By all her loveliness, by all, / That makes life poetry and beauty, no! / Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek, / By needless jealousies; let the last star / Leave her a notcher by your couch of pain; / Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all / That makes her a cup of bitterness - yet give / One evidence of love, and earth has not / An ambulance of devotedness like hers. / But oh! Estrange her once, it boots no how, / By wrong or silence, any thing that tells / A change has come upon your tenderness / And there is not a high thing out of heaven / Her pride o'ermastereth not. / Hagar in the wilderness / N.P. Wilderness