“She loves with love that cannot tire:
  And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
  As grass grows taller round a stone.”
—COVENTRY PATMORE.    

SO, the truth ’s out. I ’ll grasp it like a snake,—
It will not slay me. My heart shall not break
Awhile, if only for the children’s sake.

For his...