TO MISS B
1
Odd rot it what a shame it is
That love should puzzles grow
That we the one we seek should miss
And change from top to toe
The Gilafers a Gilafer
And nature owns the plan
And strange a thing it is to me
A man cant be a man
2
I traced the woods and mountains brow
And felt as feels a man
Love pleased me then that puzzles now
E'en do the best I can
Nature her same green mantle spread
And boundless is her span
The same bright sun is o'er my head
But I can't be a man
3
The turf is green and fair the sky
And nature still divine
And summot lovely fills my eye
Just like this love of mine
And though I love—it may not be
For do the best I can
Mong such disordered company
I cannot be a man
4
Th[r]ough married ties—affections ties
And all the ties of love
I struggled to be just and wise
But just I cannot prove
The Bible says that God is love
I like so wise a plan
But was it ordered from above
That love was [not] wi' man
5
This contradiction puzzles me
And it may puzzle all
Was Adam thus fore doomed to be
Our misery by his fall
Eves fall has been a fall to me
And do the best I can
Woman—I neither love nor see
And cannot be a man
