O mother! thou art chang'd since erst
Thy love thine infant daughter nurst;
Sweet songs that infant daughter heard —
Another babe is now preferr'd.

When I was weak and young and small,
O! thou wert love and kindness all;
Now if a youth but speak to me,
I hear reproachful words from thee.

R EPROACH me not — my mother, now!
But let me take the marriage vow —
At love's soft name my bosom sighs,
And love is bursting from mine eyes.