“For better or worse”,—till the day,

He who gave should in his judgment

See fit to take away.

 He

And you’ll let it bind you, that promise,

To a man who does not care;

Whose int’rest is the thoroughly selfish,

In whose secrets—you do not share,

Listen, dear, the priv’lege of Mortals,—

To get what we can out of life.

Free yourself from the bond that is irksome

And find happiness, as my wife.

 She

Nay, not so, the rule of living

Holds faithful but to the one test;

Nor counts it—another’s transgression,

We must give of ourselves—our best.

Of no use to appeal the exception,

The truth remains fix’ed alway,

So, good-bye, it must be,—and, God bless you,—

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