No bane of peace, although some bar to love:
’Tis not the worst, our nuptial ties among,
That joins the ancient bride and bridegroom young; -
Young wives, like changing winds, their power display
By shifting points and varying day by day;
Now zephyrs mild, now whirlwinds in their force,
They sometimes speed, but often thwart our course;
And much experienced should that pilot be,
Who sails with them on life’s tempestuous sea.
But like a trade-wind is the ancient dame,