To Miss Louisa
Lady; will't thou link thy destiny with mine,
Its joys, and ills, to share,
Like the Ivy round the old Oak twine,
Its tender vines with care.
Say Lady; will thou do this for me
And stem misfortunes tide.
Like the weather bound Ship at sea,
Manfully each wave doth ride.
If thou will brave these rugged paths of life,
And join thy destiny with mine,
I'll promise, through worldly storms, and strife.
To love, and ever still be thine.
Yes; not a word, nor look shall ere be heard,
To cause one parting tear,
But like the Eagle's mated bird,
I'll ever watch with care.
Then say Lady; will you link thy destiny to mine,
Through lif's [life's] tempestuous sea,
Though hard be its lot, I'll brave it, still be thine,
yes Lady; ever live for thee.