Poems (Edwards)/To a Friend on his Marriage
TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE.
Bright be thy lot, may blessings fall Upon thy head where'er thou art,May every joy that life can give, Find place within thy youthful heart;And O! should sorrow sometimes come, Should peace from thy pure heart be riven,Look not for happiness below, But turn thine eyes from earth to Heaven.
Take Her, that young and trusting one, She is thine own entirely now,Take her, and with thy gentle love, O! chase the shadows from her brow;Remember that she leaves for thee, The friends and home she loved so well,And trustingly she goes with thee, Away in other homes to dwell.
Take her, and may she be through life, The light and beauty of thy way,A star, whose beams shall pilot thee To the blest shores of endless day;May goodness, purity, and truth, Through all her words and actions shine,Thy friend, thy counsellor, thy wife, A loving woman made divine.
Bright be thy lot, may sorrow's cloud Ne'er gather o'er thy prospects fair,But if it should, O! may it pass, And leave a brighter sunshine there;And when across thy bounding heart, The last dark wave of life is driven,O! may it waft thee onward still, And safely to thy home in Heaven.