AN HONEST VALENTINE.
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Seek no friend save Honor,
Dread no foe but Debt;
Meet ill-fortune steady,
Hand to hand with mine,
Like a gallant lady,—
Will you, Valentine?
Dread no foe but Debt;
Meet ill-fortune steady,
Hand to hand with mine,
Like a gallant lady,—
Will you, Valentine?
Then, whatever weather
Come, or shine, or shade,
We'll set out together,
Not a whit afraid.
Age is ne'er alarming,—
I shall find, I ween,
You at sixty charming
As at sweet sixteen:
Let 's pray, nothing loath, dear,
That our funeral may
Make one date serve both, dear,
As our marriage day.
Then, come joy or sorrow,
Thou art mine,—I thine.
So we'll wed to-morrow,
Dearest Valentine.
Come, or shine, or shade,
We'll set out together,
Not a whit afraid.
Age is ne'er alarming,—
I shall find, I ween,
You at sixty charming
As at sweet sixteen:
Let 's pray, nothing loath, dear,
That our funeral may
Make one date serve both, dear,
As our marriage day.
Then, come joy or sorrow,
Thou art mine,—I thine.
So we'll wed to-morrow,
Dearest Valentine.
