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Yes! he is all a mother's love
Would picture in her hour of prayer;
And now his steps in manhood move,
And other hells ring on the air.—
All yes!it is his wedding hour,
And joy now breathes in every tone;
A lovely bride—a meek, bright flower,
A faithful heart, are all his own.
Would picture in her hour of prayer;
And now his steps in manhood move,
And other hells ring on the air.—
All yes!it is his wedding hour,
And joy now breathes in every tone;
A lovely bride—a meek, bright flower,
A faithful heart, are all his own.
Ah, welcome bells! now gaily ring,
With peal on peal salute the ah;
What happy thoughts ye with you bring,
Of sweet domestic love and care.
See! her glad blush has marked your sound,
And brighter beams his radiant eye;
Yes! pom' your melody around,
Ring out your silver notes on high!
With peal on peal salute the ah;
What happy thoughts ye with you bring,
Of sweet domestic love and care.
See! her glad blush has marked your sound,
And brighter beams his radiant eye;
Yes! pom' your melody around,
Ring out your silver notes on high!
The mother's heart has heard ye too,
The mother's tears your peal has blest,
As with a love for ever true,
Once more she clasps him to her breast:
At every peal ye ring she smiles—
Smiles that would chase her tears away:
Although her fond domestic wiles
Some moments would prolong his stay.
The mother's tears your peal has blest,
As with a love for ever true,
Once more she clasps him to her breast:
At every peal ye ring she smiles—
Smiles that would chase her tears away:
Although her fond domestic wiles
Some moments would prolong his stay.
