And whilst gratuitous its hymn, thus given,
Was floating on the balmy winds of heaven—
Arnold embraced the moments as they flew,
Kiss’d his dear girl, prepared for his adieu,
And bade farewell,—but ere the last was spoken
He’d made a promise never to be broken;
(’Less Death, regardless of the night, the day,
Should interpose his awful majesty;)
And to impress with due solemnity
The parting vow on these meek peasantry