couple to marriage

day we bargain for, full of gladness, come we. At the end we await sleeping in snatches with voices and singing in our ears it our freedom it echoed far and beyond be nimble spirit of mirth and awake the pert oh! turned melancholy forth to funerals for has the pale rider is not for her pomp for long day to come a cold coming we heard of it time as Carmels galled, sore footed oh! how slow day come we free from pa and ma