Joined His Church

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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.