And their was one, with noble brow 
And laughing eye, beside 
The gentle girl, to hear her vow 
And claim her as his bride, 
Who proudly on his hand displayed 
The ring which was to bind the maid. 
It met her eye, and, quick as thought, 
Life’s chequered scene appears 
Before her mind; that gem has taught 
Of future hopes and fears, — 
Emotions not to be portrayed, 
Now fast assailed the trembling maid! 
£ What! give up all ? each act ? each hope ? 
Each impulse, wild and free ? 
The power with life’s stern scenes to cope, 
Or bear them silently? 
Give up my every thought ? ’ she said, 
And paused in doubt; ah, hapless maid! 
