What now of love, adorned with golden rings,
Sweet vows o’er seen and blessed by reverent tongues,
As gathered souls affirm the truth love brings,
In reverent hymns or songs from joyous lungs.
Celestial light—the matrimonial sun—
Soars over mountains and engulfs the land
Uniting glorious dreams of two as one,
Crowned purpose sure, forever so to stand.
But bands of gold can dull, debased by time;
And lofty pledges fall upon stone ears,
Sung hymns may lose all timbre, pace and rhyme
And effervescent smiles dissolve to tears.
The course of love lies oft beyond our will—
To hold that sacred cup, and never spill.

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