Deem’d lightly of that sacred tie,
Gave to a treacherous world my heart,
And play’d the foolish wanton’s part.
“Soon to these murky shades I came
To hide from the sun’s light my shame.
And still I haunt this woody dell
And bathe me in that healing well,
Whose waters clear have influence
From sin’s foul stains the soul to cleanse;
And, night and day I them augment