A Fair Young Bride.
Reading edition
There’s none more beautiful or fair Than this pure maiden standing there, In her bridal robes, as light as air, With orange blossoms in her hair. How rich the scarlet of her lips, Like the glory that the angel sips; The contour of her lovely face, Within the folds of priceless lace. How glossy the masses of golden hair, Divinely beautiful at the altar there; And her wondrous deep brown eyes— Surely she hails from Paradise. May never heartaches never pain, Within your home a queen to reign, With noble thoughts on your brow so fair, We ask God’s blessings on this pair.