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To-day, with his work done, the Victor stands;
His brows are bound by Lady Laura's hands.
He conquered. To her feet he brought the prize.
Twin worlds of bliss rose throbbing in her eyes;
Sparkled her smiling soul like that of a child,
And smiling, all her life in love-light smiled.
His brows are bound by Lady Laura's hands.
He conquered. To her feet he brought the prize.
Twin worlds of bliss rose throbbing in her eyes;
Sparkled her smiling soul like that of a child,
And smiling, all her life in love-light smiled.
She gloweth happy as the tender South,
When Spring doth kiss her on the flowery mouth.
The lilies white upon the stream of life
Stir with the sweet feel of its dancing strife.
If but one favouring breath of fortune move,
Into his bosom drops the fruit of love.
When Spring doth kiss her on the flowery mouth.
The lilies white upon the stream of life
Stir with the sweet feel of its dancing strife.
If but one favouring breath of fortune move,
Into his bosom drops the fruit of love.
Then from the heart's heaven a sweet simple grace
Came blushing all the secret in her face;
He looked into the windows of her eyes
To see Love, sitting by the hearth, arise
And let him in, and lead him to his throne,
For love and worship through all worlds his own.
Came blushing all the secret in her face;
He looked into the windows of her eyes
To see Love, sitting by the hearth, arise
And let him in, and lead him to his throne,
For love and worship through all worlds his own.
On her white holy hand the ring of gold
Exults its branch of glory to enfold.
Comes forth in greeting all the country side,
To welcome Lady Laura home, a Bride.
Ring, merry bells, ring, blithesome bridal bells!
To the tune of happy hearts your triumph swells.
Exults its branch of glory to enfold.
Comes forth in greeting all the country side,
To welcome Lady Laura home, a Bride.
Ring, merry bells, ring, blithesome bridal bells!
To the tune of happy hearts your triumph swells.
Upon his life now leaneth fragrantly
The rose of her ripe beauty rare to see.
In honeyed light, and sweet with pleasant showers,
Lies all the land, a coloured flame of flowers,
And with a sidelong grace smiles of the sight;
Heaven shakes its bridal torch and laughs delight.
The rose of her ripe beauty rare to see.
In honeyed light, and sweet with pleasant showers,
Lies all the land, a coloured flame of flowers,
And with a sidelong grace smiles of the sight;
Heaven shakes its bridal torch and laughs delight.
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