THE CHANGED BRIDES.

CHAPTER I.
ON THE EYE OF A GRAND WEDDING.

Blow, blow, thou wintry wind!

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Altho’ thy breath be rude.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky!

Thou dost not bite so nigh