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MARRIAGE.
Deep was the joy which their young hearts felt,
Pure joy that they needed not smother,
When hand in hand at the altar they knelt,
And own'd that they lov'd each other!
Pure joy that they needed not smother,
When hand in hand at the altar they knelt,
And own'd that they lov'd each other!
He look'd on the choice of his early youth,
Whom manhood now approved;
And knew not why,
But the tear from his eye
Bedew'd his cheek,
As he scarce could speak
With what intense and eternal truth
He would love,—as he loved.
Whom manhood now approved;
And knew not why,
But the tear from his eye
Bedew'd his cheek,
As he scarce could speak
With what intense and eternal truth
He would love,—as he loved.
And when she saw him in youthful pride,
Trembling with rapture near her,
Her eye was dim,
For she saw but him;
And dull was her ear,
For she could but hear
That lov'd voice call her his ‘own dear bride:’
She knew—she felt him dearer!
Trembling with rapture near her,
Her eye was dim,
For she saw but him;
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For she could but hear
That lov'd voice call her his ‘own dear bride:’
She knew—she felt him dearer!
Is there on earth a lovelier scene than this,
Where mild Religion sheds her tranquil bliss,
To sanctify to God what God ordains—
Where young Love triumphs, and Affection reigns?
Where mild Religion sheds her tranquil bliss,
To sanctify to God what God ordains—
Where young Love triumphs, and Affection reigns?
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