Classic Poem

1. At a gay reception given in a mansion grand and old, A
young man met the girl he used to know;. . . . . And
once again the story of his honest love he told, The
love he'd cherished since long years ago. . . . . But she
sighed and sadly murmur'd that her childhood love was past, That
soon another man she was to wed. . . . . The
lover knew the other man already had a wife. He
bade farewell, but as he went, he said: . . . . .
2. The maiden did not understand the fable that he told, A
church was soon arrayed in holy state,. . . . .A
couple at the altar stood before the crowd of guests, When a
woman scream'd, “Stop! ere it is too late.”. . . . . The
vlllain turn'd and saw his wife and rudely struck her down, De-
nouncing her as an imposter bold;. . . . . But the
girl threw off the bridal wreath, “You coward,” then she cried: “My
true love warned me when this tale he told:” . . . . .
“The Moth and the Flame played a game, one day, The game of a
woman's heart; . . . . And the Moth that played was a
maid, they say, The Flame was a bad man's art, . . . . . The
Moth never knew, as she flew so near, That flame was the
light of shame; . . . . . But she flutter'd away just in
time, so they say, That's the tale of the Moth and the Flame! . . . .