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The gypsy girl, with speaking eyes,
Observ'd her pupil's fond surprize,
She begg'd that he her hand would cross,
With Sixpence; and that He should know
His future scene of gain and loss,
His weal and woe.—
Lubin complies. And straight he hears
That he had many long, long years;
That he a maid inconstant, loves,
Who, to another slyly roves.
That a dark man his bane will be—
"And poison his domestic hours;
"While a fair woman, treach'rously—
"Will dress his brow—with thorns and flow'rs
It happen'd, to confirm his care—
Stephen was dark,—and Kate was fair!
Nay more that "home his bride would bring
"A little, alien, prattling thing
