To-morrow is our wedding-day, / And we will then repair / Unto the Bell at Edmonton, / All in a chaise and pair.

Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

Can a woman's tender care / Cease towards the child she bare? / Yes, she may forgetful be,/ Yet will I remember thee.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will

The voice that breathed o'er Eden, / That earliest wedding day.