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THE GOLD PEN TO A BRIDE.
Fair Lady, with the sacred light
Of bridal joy, the halo bright
That crowns, to man and angel's sight,
Thy cloudless brow to-day,
May Heaven from this auspicious hour
Thy lot with choicest blessings shower;
And man and angels guard the dower,
Along thy future way!
Of bridal joy, the halo bright
That crowns, to man and angel's sight,
Thy cloudless brow to-day,
May Heaven from this auspicious hour
Thy lot with choicest blessings shower;
And man and angels guard the dower,
Along thy future way!
And be the chain thou 'rt hence to wear
Composed of flowers, and sweet to bear,
With naught to sting secreted there,
And of perennial bloom!
Should sorrow-clouds arise, and throw
Dark shades upon thy path below,
Let Faith, thy lamp, the brighter glow,
And chase away the gloom.
Composed of flowers, and sweet to bear,
With naught to sting secreted there,
And of perennial bloom!
Should sorrow-clouds arise, and throw
Dark shades upon thy path below,
Let Faith, thy lamp, the brighter glow,
And chase away the gloom.
But now, amid a scene like this,
Since 't were not only all amiss,
But treason in the court of Bliss,
Anear the altar's flame,
To bring a feather frail and light,—
To show an airy sign of flight!—
I come, a Pen of Gold, to write
Thy new and golden name.
Since 't were not only all amiss,
But treason in the court of Bliss,
Anear the altar's flame,
To bring a feather frail and light,—
To show an airy sign of flight!—
I come, a Pen of Gold, to write
Thy new and golden name.
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