To the distant horizon afar,

“Till the cattle to roost are returning!”[3]

Says Young Lochinvar.

O the tumult! The tumbling of tables!

O the stress of the scene that succeeds!

O the stir on the stairs,—in the stables!

O the stamping and saddling of steeds!

But the bride has eluded them surely;

In the room of some kind Registrar,

She is now being wedded securely