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Amelia Opie - To Henry.
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SUPPRESS that cruel doubt, dear youth!
That starting tear, that sigh reprove;
Why dost thou wrong thine Emma`s truth,
And think that aught can change my love?

Though of the world`s vain selfish smile
Some adverse influence now bereave thee,
By fondness I`ll thy cares beguile,
Though friends desert, I`ll never leave thee.

Then bid each anxious fear farewel,
Each cold suspicion bid depart!
With thee, in deserts I could dwell,
Be thou content with Emma`s heart.

Should care, should labour dim thine eye,
Should nearly treasured hopes deceive thee,
I`ll love`s persuasive duties try,
And, till thou`rt cheered, I`ll never leave thee.

Should I, still urged by female pride,
In humble scenes reluctant move,
The ignoble feeling soon I`ll chide,
And hail the home of thee, and love.

Should`st thou e`er frame a harsh reply,
I`ll not with weak reproaches grieve thee,
But think new woes thy temper try,
And at thy bidding sigh, and leave thee.

Then learn to love affliction`s hour,
From hollow friends it sets thee free,
And proves, beyond deception`s power,
The value of a friend like me.

Then, whilst thou, Henry, hailst the day
That bade false hopes no more deceive thee,
I`ll bless that passion`s generous sway,
Which made me vow....I`d never leave thee.
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