THE MARRIAGE.

To and fro the bells are swinging, Cheerily, clearly, to and fro; Gaily go the young girls, bringing Flowers the fairest June may know. Maiden, flowers that bloom'd and perish'd Strew'd thy path the bridal day; May the Hope thy soul has cherish'd, Bloom when these are pass'd away!

The Father's parting prayer is said, The daughter's parting kiss is given; The tears a happy bride may shed, Like dews ascend to heaven; And leave the earth from which they rise, But balmier airs, and rosier dyes.