So the wedding came on far too soon;
The groom garbed like dark night with white stars,
The bride like the pale silvery moon.
Not a fairer pair gave to the cause
Of true love with a dutiful life:
He to honor and cherish and love,
She to be a true, faithful, good wife.
They went on a long honeymoon gay,
Traveling far to the " land of the sky."
When returned from their trip, glad were they.
She had claimed his young son, who was shy.
She told him his mother had now come
To love him and care for him; how
She had wished all the time that at some
Day his love to her he would allow.
Then he yielded his love to the call
Of her mother heart, beating for him.
He just hugged her and kissed her for all
Those few years he had missed her within.
So he bade his dear grandma good-by:
"I will come back to see you sometime."
He was glad, so no longer was shy;
He was proud with a joy most sublime.
But the train to their home town they took,
It was wrecked on a bridge, coming back;
The cars from their safe bearings forsook,
Swung away, and then twisted the track.
And when all was once quiet again,
Those alive went in search for the dead.
The groom garbed like dark night with white stars,
The bride like the pale silvery moon.
Not a fairer pair gave to the cause
Of true love with a dutiful life:
He to honor and cherish and love,
She to be a true, faithful, good wife.
They went on a long honeymoon gay,
Traveling far to the " land of the sky."
When returned from their trip, glad were they.
She had claimed his young son, who was shy.
She told him his mother had now come
To love him and care for him; how
She had wished all the time that at some
Day his love to her he would allow.
Then he yielded his love to the call
Of her mother heart, beating for him.
He just hugged her and kissed her for all
Those few years he had missed her within.
So he bade his dear grandma good-by:
"I will come back to see you sometime."
He was glad, so no longer was shy;
He was proud with a joy most sublime.
But the train to their home town they took,
It was wrecked on a bridge, coming back;
The cars from their safe bearings forsook,
Swung away, and then twisted the track.
And when all was once quiet again,
Those alive went in search for the dead.
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