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THE ring is
on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my
bosom swell -
For the words rang as a knell,
And
the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the
dell,
And who is happy now.
But he spoke
to re-asure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o're me,
And to the church-yard
bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking
him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"
And thus the words were spoken,
And this the
plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And,
though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That proves me happy now!
Would God I could
awaken!
For I dream I know not how,
And my
soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken, -
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy
now.
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