Any Husband to Many a Wife

I SCARCELY know my worthless picture,

As seen in those soft eyes and clear;

But oh, dear heart, I know the stricture

You pass on it when none are near.

Deep eyes that smiling give denial

To tears that you have shed in vain;

Fond heart that summoned on my trial,

Upbraids the witness of thy pain.

Eyes, tender eyes, betray me never!

Still hold the flattered image fast

Whereby I shape the fond endeavour

To justify your faith at last.

Emily Pfeiffer