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Swiftly o'er the Adrian tide Wert thou borne in pomp, young bride! Mirth and music, sun and sky, Welcomed thee triumphantly! Yet, perchance, a chastening thought, In some deeper spirit wrought, Whispering, as untold it blent With the sounds of merriment,— "From the home of childhood's glee, From the days of laughter free, From the love of many years, Thou art gone to cares and fears; To another path and guide, To a bosom yet untried! Bright one! oh! there well may be Trembling 'midst our joy for thee."

Bride! when through the stately fane, Circled with thy nuptial train, 'Midst the banners hung on high By thy warrior-ancestry,