“Our love is high as Heaven
And wide as rolling sea——”
she read aloud, “that’s all right, seems to me,—Little Billee can’t have thrown you over for that sentiment! Now, I’ll read further:
The vows cannot be riven
That bind my love and me.
Orthodox, I’m sure. Not a perfect rhyme, perhaps, but that’s not enough to quarrel over! Let’s see what comes next:
But should our pledge be broken
Or should your love be dead,
Send back this tender token
And let us never wed.