We were engaged for eighteen months—he often said that life
Would not be worth the living, if I would not be his wife.
My eyes, though brown, were "blue" to him, my hair a "silken tangle,"
He'd given me his photograph, and such a lovely bangle!
I had called upon his mother, and had often stayed to tea—
She said that EDWIN had, indeed, a lucky catch in me.
I thought him quite a model youth—hard-working, loyal, steady,
A thrill of pleasure filled me when he wrote, "Your own, own EDDY.",
Oh! a brighter and a gladder day is surely never known
Than when EDWIN calls his darling ANGELINA his "own own."