Joined His Church

They tell us, May, that love is blind, But dear, there’s something on my mind; And since we now are engaged, I hope you will not be enraged.

Can you, dear May, now bear the news From the poor husband vou would choose; I fear to tell you, but I must, That I am a somnambulist.

Said she, “Dear Dick, I will not lurch, But stick to you if that’s your church; Though I own, as a tender maid Of your belief I was afraid.

But now the name I do not heed, And will adopt it as my creed; Though, alas, she soon is weeping To see her husband walking sleeping.