Poems (Osgood)/To ——— (They tell me I was false to thee)

by Frances Sargent Osgood

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TO ———

They tell me I was false to thee,
 But they are false who say it;
The vow I made was pure and free,
 And time shall ne'er betray it.

I laid my heart on virtue's shrine,
 I loved truth, honor, kindness;
I love them still, I thought them thine,
 Too soon I wept my blindness.

'Tis thou wert false to them and me,
 My worship still I cherish;
My love, still true, has turn'd from thee,
 To find them or to perish.