Classic Poem

Tabitha dressed for her wedding: —
— Tabby, why look so sad? —
— — O I feel a great gloominess spreading, spreading,
Instead of supremely glad! . . .

— I called on Carry last night,
And he came whilst I was there,
Not knowing I'd called. So I kept out of sight,
And I heard what he said to her:

— — — Ah, I'd far liefer marry
You , Dear, to-morrow! — he said,
— But that cannot be. — — O I'd give him to Carry,
And willingly see them wed,

— But how can I do it when
His baby will soon be born?
After that I hope I may die. And then
She can have him. I shall not mourn! —