With hair arranged and graceful dress,
None would have dreamed such loveliness
Concealed a heart to reason lost,
Like oarless bark on ocean tost.
Light, glorious light, streamed clear and wide,
Through the proud dome of Moreland's bride,
And mirth and music chid the hours
Lost in a maze of thornless flowers.
His eye erect in manly pride,
Fitch Moreland stood beside his bride,