My dear, put those frivolous notions down,

I am but a man, and a weak one too.

My life has been full of confounded things,

I am only a man, like other men;

But we hear a flutter of angel-wings,

And our demons forsake us, there and then.

In marrying thee, my innocent sprite,

I had caught a glimpse of a purer joy;

I turn'd a new page, and the page was white;

I'm quite determin'd to be a good boy!'

His hand sought my head with a careless grace,

And the sun shone suddenly out on us;

O gracious and sweet was my Harry's face,—

Why should a hero belie himself thus?

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[pg 51]

PART II.

When turf is level how rapid the pace!

Linger ye moments!—be patient my life!

Marriage is only an idyl of grace,

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