The Truth Of Woman

   

 Woman's faith, and woman's trust

    Write the characters in the dust;

    Stamp them on the running stream,

    Print them on the moon's pale beam,

    And each evanescent letter

    Shall be clearer, firmer, better,

    And more permanent, I ween,

    Than the thing those letters mean.

    I have strain'd the spider's thread

    'Gainst the promise of a maid;

    I have weigh'd a grain of sand

    'Gainst her plight of heart and hand;

    I told my true love of the token,

    How her faith proved light, and her word was broken:

    Again her word and truth she plight,

    And I believed them again ere night.

Sir Walter Scott