Scarce could my bounding heart its joy contain.
What though the Eighth Commandment rose to mind,
It only served a moment's qualm to move;
For thefts like this it could not be design'd,
The Eighth Commandment WAS NOT MADE FOR LOVE!
Here when she took the macaroons from me,
She wiped her mouth to clean the crumbs so sweet!
Dear napkin! yes, she wiped her lips in thee!
Lips sweeter than the macaroons she eat.
And when she took that pinch of Mocabaw,