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Fresh-water springs come up through
'Twere joy, not fear, claspt hand-in-hand with thee,
To wait for death-mute - careless of all ills,
Apart upon a mountain, tho' the surge
Below us, as far on as eye could see.
O BRIDESMAID, ere the happy knot was tied,
Thine eyes so wept that they could hardly
Thy sister smiled and said, 'No tears for me!
A happy bridesmaid makes a happy bride.'
And then, the couple standing side by side,
Love lighted down between them full of glee,
And over his left shoulder laugh'd at thee,
'O happy bridesmaid, make a happy bride.'
And all at once a pleasant truth I learn'd, For while the tender service made thee