Betrothed in Broek-in-Waterland.

“With strangers I have dwelt,” she said,

“For I’m a lonely orphan maid.

They loved me not, and would have sold

My hand to one who offered gold.

I scorned him, for I knew his soul

Was lost to virtue’s safe control.

He was a stranger—born in Gand—

No son of Broek-in-Waterland!”

“Yet hold! he was my friend,” said I;