Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta/To Juliette on her wedding day

When our first parents were from Eden driven To wander exiled in this world of care, Hope changed to fear, and memory to despair; But once, to their posterity 't is given The vision of that blissful home to share: Whene'er two wedded souls as one are bound, Then the lost Paradise again is found; But trifles light as air this dream dispel, And drive the hapless mortals forth disowned, In the cold air of common life to dwell. To-day for thee, these dreamland gates are riven; Enter, and in its charmèd precincts stay Till thy sweet life at last shall pass away, And thou shalt find it is not far to Heaven.