Fair Evelyn’s Bower

Oh ! weep for the hour,
When to Evelyn’s bower,
The lord of the castle with false vows came,
The moon hid her light,
From the heavens that night,
And wept behind the cloud o’er the maiden’s shame,

The clouds past soon,
From the chaste cold moon,
And heaven smil’d again with her vestal flame
But none shall see the day
When the clouds shall pass away,
Which that dark hour left upon Evelyn’s fame

The white snow lay,
On the narrow path way,
When the lord of the valley came over the moor,
And many a deep print,
On the white arrow’s tint,
Show’d the tract of his footsteps to Evelyn’s door,

The next sun’s ray,
Soon melted away,
Every trace on the path where the false lord came,
But there is a light above,
Which alone can remove,
The strain upon the snow of Evelyn’s shame.