[I remember, when a child, reading an account of an Indian Chief, who went from America to England, and married the fair daughter of an English house. She is represented as approaching the altar with the greatest enthusiasm.]
THE INDIAN'S BRIDE.
"Holy and pure are the drops that fall,
When the young bride goes from her father's hall:
She goes unto love yet untried and new—
She parts from love which hath still been true."
Mrs. Hemans.
When the young bride goes from her father's hall:
She goes unto love yet untried and new—
She parts from love which hath still been true."
Mrs. Hemans.
"Oh! bind the bridal veil," she said,
"Sweet sister, on my brow,
And let me to the altar go,
To take the sweetest vow
"Sweet sister, on my brow,
And let me to the altar go,
To take the sweetest vow
"That ever passed from woman's lips,
Or thrilled through woman's breast;—
Without it, love is but a dream,
And life is all unblest."
Or thrilled through woman's breast;—
Without it, love is but a dream,
And life is all unblest."
