That seemed too clean for mortal feet,
Ere long a stranger met my gaze—
What joy!—one loved in boyish days!
Quoth he: “We revel here to-night,
That all may share in my delight,
For soon I’ll claim the fairest hand
In happy Broek-in-Waterland.”
As thus he spoke, we walked along,
And soon were mingled in the throng;
He vowed, in all a lover’s pride,