And thou shalt wear our bridal ring,
And wear it as a holy thing,
Till, to the sacred altar led,
It be the seal by which we wed."
Years rolled down Time's resistless tides
Where Time, Eternity divides;
Fitch Moreland, high in hall and state,
Cared not that by the elm tree sate
Poor Alice Hill, to reason lost,
Like oarless bark on ocean tost;