A Toast Over the Wedding Cake.
A slice of love; a piece of joy;
A chunk of adoration;
A sliver of unfailing health,
And bridal concentration;
An atom of the groom's content;
The sweetness of the bride—
And may the crumbs of comfort
With both of them abide.
When The Bride Becomes a Mother.
She has planted a family tree that branches forever; let us drink to the dew of its roots and sip the April showers on its buds, and the golden sun that shall never cease to shine on its ripening fruit.
To a Bride.
Happy is the bride whom the sun shines on,
And happy today are you;
May all of the glad dreams you have dreamed
In all of your life come true;
May every good there is in life
Step down from the years to you.