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How each to other first and most may yield!
No bonds like thine do bind, O heaven-born love,
Yet as the angels free are loving souls!
Edith and Arthur, be the vernal days
Of your betrothal arched with azure skies
And glad with melodies of warbling birds!
Enchanting be the twilights, and the sheen
Of silvery moonlight on your evening paths!
Taste the dear joys of early love, and wait
In ecstasy delicious for the hour
When at the bridal altar blest ye stand.
