THE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

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Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

 

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And my lord he loves me well;

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But, when first he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell,

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For the words rang as a knell,

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And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

 

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But he spoke to reassure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,

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While a revery came o’re me,

And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

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Thinking him dead D’Elormie,

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“Oh, I am happy now!”

 

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And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow;

And though my faith be broken,

And though my heart be broken,

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Here is a ring, as token

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That I am happy now! [page 13:]

 

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how,

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken,

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Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.