Herman Knickerbocker Vielé.
EPITHALAMIUM
THE marriage bells have rung their peal,
The wedding march has told its story.
I’ve seen her at the altar kneel
In all her stainless, virgin glory;
She’s bound to honor, love, obey,
Come joy or sorrow, tears or laughter.
I watched her as she rode away,
And flung the lucky slipper after.