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False or unhappy, twin to sorrow, Forced Hope's deceiving lights to borrow, Gilding in joy a little way, Doubly to lead the heart astray. Beneath a shadowy beech tree At length paused the gay company: And there sat an old Man. The Bride Took off her veil, and knelt beside, And from his feet looked up and smiled, And prayed that he would bless his child! The gentle prayer was scarcely said, Yet lay his hand upon her head! When knelt another in that place, With shrouded form and veiled face; A broken voice breath'd some low words, They struck on memory's tenderest chords: