But where's the maid, who in the meadow-way Met Herbert Brooks amongst the new-mown hay? Th' adventure charm'd him, and next morning rose The Sabbath, with its silence and repose, The bells ceas'd chiming, and the broad blue sky Smil'd on his peace, and met his tranquil eye Inverted, from the foot-bridge on his way To that still house where all his fathers lay; There in his seat, each neighbour's face he knew-- The stranger girl was just before his pew! He saw her kneel, with meek, but cheerful air, And whisper the response to every prayer; And, when the humble roof with praises rung, He caught the Hallelujah from her tongue, Rememb'ring with delight the tears that fell When the poor father bade his child farewell; Love strengthened by Reflection. And now, by kindling tenderness beguil'd, He blest the prompt obedience of that child, And link'd his fate with hers:--for, from that day, Whether the weeks past cheerily away, Or deep revolving doubts procur'd him pain, The same bells chim'd--and there she was again! What could be done? they came not there to woo, On holy ground,--though love is holy too. They met upon the foot-bridge one clear morn, She in the garb by village lasses worn; He, with unbutton'd frock that careless flew, And buskin'd to resist the morning dew; With downcast look she courtsied to the ground, Just in his path--no room to sidle round. An Interview. "Well, pretty girl, this early rising yields The best enjoyment of the groves and fields, And makes the heart susceptible and meek, And keeps alive that rose upon your cheek. I long'd to meet you, Peggy, though so shy, I've watch'd your steps and learn'd your history; You love your poor lame father, let that be A happy presage of your love for me. Come then, I'll stroll these meadows by your side, I've seen enough to wish you for my bride, And plainly tell you so.--Nay, let me hold This guiltless hand, I prize it more than gold; Of that I have my share, but now pursue Such lasting wealth as I behold in you. My lands are fruitful and my gardens gay, My houshold cheerful as the summer's day; One blessing more will crown my happy life, Like Adam, pretty girl, I want a wife." Frequent Meetings.--Family Pride. Need it be told his suit was not denied, With youth, and wealth, and candour on his side Honour took charge of love so well began, And accidental meetings, one by one, Increas'd so fast midst time's unheeded flight, That village rumour married them outright; Though wiser matrons, doubtful in debate, Pitied deluded Peggy's hapless fate. Friends took th' alarm, "And will he then disgrace "The name of Brooks with this plebeian race?" Others, more lax in virtue, not in pride, Sported the wink of cunning on one side; "He'll buy, no doubt, what Peggy has to sell, A little gallantry becomes him well." Meanwhile the youth with self-determin'd aim, Disdaining fraud, and pride's unfeeling claim, Marriage proposed