With courteous words and city mien,
Fitch Moreland joined the rustic scene.
Quick beat the heart of Alice Hill,
Her pulses woke a music thrill:
Her glowing cheek with crimson flushed,
And in her heart tumultuous gushed
A spring of thought, so sweet and rare,
It might have claimed the name of air,
Its unseen visions came so bright,
To shed on life a holier light.