Roundel

My darling boys, heaven help you both!
Now in your happy time of toys
Am I to die? How I am loth,
My darling boys!

My heart is strong for woes or joys;
My soul and body keep their troth,
One in a love no clasping cloys.

Why with me is the world so wroth?
What fiend at night my work destroys?
Has fate against me sworn an oath,
My darling boys?
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