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'Yes, Mary, I do another love,
Another I love far better than thee,
And another I will have for my wife:
Then what have I to do with thee?
'For thou art melancholy pale,
And on thy head is the cold moon's shine,
But she is ruddy and bright as day.
And the sunbeams dazzle from her eyne.'
Mary trembled, and Mary chilled,
And Mary fell down on the right-hand floor,
That William Bond and his sister Jane
Scarce could recover Mary more.
When Mary woke and found her laid
On the right-hand of her William dear,
On the right-hand of his loved bed,
And saw her William Bond so near;
The fairies that fled from William Bond
Danced around her shining head;
They danced over the pillow white.
And the angels of Providence left the bed.
'I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine.
But oh, he lives in the moony light;
I thought to find Love in the heat of day.
But sweet Love is the comforter of night.
'Seek Love in the pity of others' woe.
In the gentle relief of another's care.
In the darkness of night and the winter's snow,
With the naked and outcast,—seek Love there.'
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