LANGHORNE.

Now I no longer wait my love to tell,

As’ twere a weakness love should not commit;

E’ en did avowal my fond hope dispel,

My passion would of weakness me acquit.

Enamoured thus and holden by its spell,

Evasive words disloyal were, unfit

To emphasize the exquisite happiness

My boldest accents falteringly express;

Here, take my hand, and, life-long wedded, lead

Me by thy side; and, with my hand, my heart

Given thee long since in thought, given now in deed;

My life, my love, shall play no faithless part.

Blest be that hour, when, meeting face to face,

Our vows are plighted, ours the dear embrace!