Fair bride, attended by our blessing,
Glad Hymens flowery path gin pressing!
We witnessed with enraptured eye
The graces of thy soul unfolding,
Thy youthful charms their beauty moulding
To blossom for loves ecstasy.
A happy fate now hovers round thee,
And friendship yields without a smart
To that sweet god whose might hath bound thee;-
He needs must have, he hath thy heart!
To duties dear, to trouble tender,
Thy youthful breast must now surrender,
Thy garlands summons must obey.
Each toying infantine sensation,
Each fleeting sport of youths creation,
Forevermore hath passed away;
And Hymens sacred bond now chaineth
Where soft and fluttering love was shrined;
Yet for a heart, where beauty reigneth,
Of flowers alone that bond is twined.
The secret that can keep forever
In verdant links, that naught can sever,
The bridal garland, wouldst thou find?
Tis purity the heart pervading,
The blossoms of a grace unfading,
And yet with modest shame combined,
Which, like the suns reflection glowing,
Makes every heart throb blissfully;-
Tis looks with mildness overflowing,
And self-maintaining dignity!