ND when, with me, some fair, triumphant lass, Up to the rose-decked Altar-Rail shall pass, And, in her joyous errand, reach the spot, Where we're made One—oh, drain a silent glass! Tamam. |
Transcriber's Notes
Page 48, closing quotation mark removed. Original read ("Fool, beware!")
Page 67, "loveing" changed to "loving" (cast a loving Woman)