An Appeal
OH! is there not one maiden breastWhich does not feel the moral beautyOf making worldly interestSubordinate to sense of duty?Who would not give up willinglyAll matrimonial ambitionTo rescue such a one as IFrom his unfortunate position?
Oh, is there not one maiden here,Whose homely face and bad complexionHave caused all hopes to disappearOf ever winning man’s affection?To such a one, if such there be,I swear by heaven’s arch above you,If you will cast your eyes on me,—However plain you be—I’ll love you!