The Poor Gentleman

by Hendrik Conscience

And watch the wave and grave!'

'No longer grieve,' the stranger said,

'Thy heart shall ache no more;

A father and a brother too

To thee, poor lonely girl, I'll be!'

"He took her hand; he led her off;

In garments rich he clad the maid;

Before the altar promised love,

And blessed her life in happy home!"[^[A]]