Though men revile and, striving after fame

For selfish ends, to blacken thy fair name,

Belie themselves! They know not what they do.

Thou hast a woman's heart - a man withal,

To honor wedded and abuse above.

Thy courage naught can minish; and thy love

Is faithful unto death, whate'er befall.

So, noble heart, fear not! Nor doubt the friend

Who knows thee as thou art, and loves thee more

As passing years to graces known before

New beauty and new vigor ever lend.

Trust on! The truth will come to light at length

And thou wilt conquer in thy gentle strength.

D.