at hymen's gates.
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At Hymen's Gates,
On the Marriage of Princess Maud of Wales.
Adown Love's rose-strewn path she trips
'Neath Summer's sunny skies,
With blushing cheeks, and smiling lips,
And happy love-lit eyes,
Towards those mystic golden gates
Entrance to Hymen's bowers,
Where her true love her coming waits
Among the nodding flowers.
'Neath Summer's sunny skies,
With blushing cheeks, and smiling lips,
And happy love-lit eyes,
Towards those mystic golden gates
Entrance to Hymen's bowers,
Where her true love her coming waits
Among the nodding flowers.
The roses smile to see her pass,
The song birds sweetly sing,
As her light feet trip o'er the grass
In haste to greet her king,
Her lord, who with impatience waits
To clasp her little hand,
And lead her through the golden gates
To love's enchanted land.
The song birds sweetly sing,
As her light feet trip o'er the grass
In haste to greet her king,
Her lord, who with impatience waits
To clasp her little hand,
And lead her through the golden gates
To love's enchanted land.
One fleeting backward glance she throws
Upon the dear old life,
As Hymen's mystic gates unclose
In welcome to the wife.
Upon the dear old life,
As Hymen's mystic gates unclose
In welcome to the wife.
