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BOHEMIAN LEGENDS.
THE WEDDING.
She stands near to the altar—
Her eyes are filled with tears.
The old priest weds the stripling
Unto the girl she fears.
Draw her kerchief low, I pray—
Hide her red eyes weeping;
Sobbing as if heart should break,
She looks on his wedding.
Wrap a garment round her head—
Head that ached so madly.
Ah, alas! they bear her forth,
From the wedding sadly.
