Legge.
ODE TO A BRIDE.
“Gay child of Spring, the garden’s Queen
Yon peach-tree charms the roving sight;
Its fragrant leaves, how richly green!
Its blossoms, how divinely bright!
So softly smiles the blooming bride,
By love and conscious virtue led,
O’er her new mansion to preside,
And placid joys around her spread.”