Joined his Church by James McIntyre — Read

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.