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PART IV.
The bridal came. The holy vows were said.
As on some April morn the changeful sky
Lets fall, e'en through the sunshine, fitful showers,
As each contending which the hour should rule;
So on that day alternate smiles and tears
On each face came and went. O Edward, thou
Thy struggling heart in vain dost strive to still;
Nor canst thou, Mary, when the sudden flood
Of gushing tenderness o'erflows thy breast,
Repress its heaving, or the quivering lip
At once compose, or dry the moistened cheek.
To-day a priceless jewel ye resign,
That has adorned your casket, flashed for you!
A heart that made sweet music in its beat
Of harmony with yours; an eye whose glance,
To you, like, light from heaven, bore only joy!
