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 Or startling horror, would the listless rouse; But suiting well the simple and the true.

O happy man! To whom of God 'tis given To lead, a joyous bride, one who has taught Thy heart—that as in fevered restlessness, Far roving, stayed not till her gentle eye Seized it and fast a willing captive held— To end its rovings and in her to rest! How like an angel in the robes of heaven She stands beside thee—thine own angel now! How beats with manly pride thy heart, the while Thou lead'st her from the altar to the seat, Her fitting throne, at Home's dear centre placed; Where, as a queen, ruling without command, She, radiant as the morning star, shall shine, Mighty in gentleness, in sweetness strong. It is but meet that on her maiden brow, And in the eyes that kindle at thy glance, Thou shouldst enraptured gaze; and gazing find Thy soul with nobler manliness inspired,