Assured of an early marriage,
She yielded to him one day
That priceless germ of innocence
And fell—to trust a prey.
She hoped this sacrifice would gain
Her lover's every thought;
This were a boon, if death could buy.
She deemed not dearly bought.
Little she dreamed that fatal hour
That love had sped the dart
That stamped her as an outcast,
With a withered, broken heart.
Eugene went to his city home,
Swearing to soon return
And claim as wife the girl he knew
His parents proud would spurn.
Summer and autumn days passed by
And the winter's cold set in,
Yet the recreant lover came not
To the child he taught to sin.