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 Now sign your names, which shall be read Mute symbols of a joyful morn By village eyes as yet unborn; The names are sign'd, and overhead

Begins the clash and clang that tells The joy to every wandering breeze; The blind wall rocks, and on the trees The dead leaf trembles to the bells.

O happy hour, and happier hours Await them. Many a merry face Salutes them—maidens of the place, That pelt us in the porch with flowers.

O happy hour, behold the bride With him to whom her hand I gave. They leave the porch, they pass the grave That has to day it's sunny side.

To day the grave is bright for me, For them the light of life increas'd Who stay to share the morning feast, Who rest to-night beside the sea.