"A SEDUCED MAIDEN SPEAKS TO THE EVIL MADE FLESH"

No longer will thy curséd hand
-Much respected by all men-
Lay its grace upon the bend
Of my befooléd heart;

No longer will thy wretchéd tongue
-Looked upon as holy speech-
With sweet words proved wrong
Enchant my virginal dress;

And no more will prayers flow
From my loving lips to thine.
Ah! poor my lord, I doubt it not:
Your outrage shall adorn your shrine.

inhoud