Then, sneering, venomed darts pierced my lone, lone heart;
Then, mocking married fingers dragged me low,
But now I tune my liah to sweet extatic strains,
My teahs have all been shed, I am married now!
No gossip lean can wound me by her speech,
I, no humilitatin’ neveh more shall know;
Sorrow, stand off! I am beyond thy ghastly reach,
For Mrs. Betsey Slimpsey (formerly Bobbet) is married now!
Oh, mournful past, when I in Ingun file
Climbed single life’s, bleak, rocky, mounten’s brow,