And, Alice Hill, his haughty name
Will never hide thy maiden shame—
And though he swear it on his life,
Thou'lt never be Fitch Moreland's wife!
"Farewell, my own, my waiting bride!
Though I am wandering from thy side,
And from these favourite haunts afar,
I see thine eyes in every star,
I hear thy voice in every breeze,
That floats through summer's radiant trees;