For, were a Ring my present too,
I see the smile that must ensue—
The smile that pleases, though it stings,
And says—“No more of giving rings:
Remember, thirty years are gone,
Old friend, since you presented one!”
Well! one there is, or one shall be,
To give a ring instead of me; 20
And with it sacred vows for life
To love the fair—the angel-wife.