 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
THE BRIDE'S SONG.
A few days more, a few days more,
And all the world will change!
For I shall enter through Love's door
To something sweet yet strange—
To that new home where comes no fear
Unshared by him I love—
And I shall always, always hear
His voice where'er I rove.
And all the world will change!
For I shall enter through Love's door
To something sweet yet strange—
To that new home where comes no fear
Unshared by him I love—
And I shall always, always hear
His voice where'er I rove.
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Ah then, ah then, my duty lies
With him, and him alone,
Less duty than delight, surprise,
To me before unknown—
Delight that I am ever nigh
To do each fond behest,
Surprise that I, and only I,
Can make his life more blest.
With him, and him alone,
Less duty than delight, surprise,
To me before unknown—
Delight that I am ever nigh
To do each fond behest,
Surprise that I, and only I,
Can make his life more blest.
Oft does he praise my sunny hair,
The bloom upon my cheeks—
Would that I were indeed so fair
When thus my dear one speaks.
I feel myself unworthy, yet
He takes me for his wife,
But I will yield—to pay my debt—
The service of my life.
The bloom upon my cheeks—
Would that I were indeed so fair
When thus my dear one speaks.
I feel myself unworthy, yet
He takes me for his wife,
But I will yield—to pay my debt—
The service of my life.
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