And weapons for scalping, and lances of bone.
Trudge on to your treasure (?), poor dupe of the knave
And prey of the savage—pass on to your grave.
Now stepping as one, see the new-married pair
Emerge from the church. What a contrast is there!
Come haste to the window and gaze out with me—
Ere they enter their carriage the pair you may see.
Oh, May and December! extremes of the year,
When linked thus together, how odd they appear;
The bride in her teens, with a mind as unstable