And a husband’s love-lit eye.
My humble home, &c.”
I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,
The moon shone brighter and clearer,
I could not tell why the man should cry,
But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.
He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,
And he took her hand in his,
And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),
That he left on her lips a kiss,