 | May Fair |  |
Determined ere her passions cool
To play the' irrevocable fool;
Just as the old ones turn their backs,
The fair her prettiest jupons packs;
Was never midnight sent so slow—
At length the lover stands below.
The letter on the toilet lies,
To wipe the household's morning eyes.
“Hope—anguish—duty—heart too tender—
She's sure her mother would commend her—
Chance—fate—forgive her—or forget her,”
All know the true elopement letter.
To play the' irrevocable fool;
Just as the old ones turn their backs,
The fair her prettiest jupons packs;
Was never midnight sent so slow—
At length the lover stands below.
The letter on the toilet lies,
To wipe the household's morning eyes.
“Hope—anguish—duty—heart too tender—
She's sure her mother would commend her—
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All know the true elopement letter.
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