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Lines For The Bridal

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They will place a bridal wreath, maiden,         To crown all your shining hair;     The mist-like cloud of the bridal veil         Will float round a face most fair.     They will dress you in bridal robes, maiden,         And the holy words be said,     And the ring put on and two made one,         And the maiden we love be wed.     You'll give him your virgin hand, maiden,         And become a wedded wife;     That hand will mingle "honey for two"         To sweeten the bitter of life.     They will give you costly gifts, maiden,         And many a wish beside     Will rise in prayer in blessings come down         On thy head O fair young bride     And kind will the bridegroom be maiden         True and tender as years roll on     Who learns to love in the school of Christ         Will cherish what he has won     And so what can I say more maiden         Wooed and won and to be wed,     Pray that His blessing who loved till death         May rest on your fair young head     In the hollow of His hand maiden,         He will keep you who fainteth not     He will cause the splendour of His face         To shine on your happy lot

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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

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