Poem by John Ford

A Bridal Song

COMFORTS lasting, loves increasing,
Like soft hours never ceasing;
Plenty's pleasure, peace complying,
Without jars, or tongues envying;
Hearts by holy union wedded,
More than theirs by custom bedded;
Fruitful issues; life so graced,
Not by age to be defaced;
Budding as the year ensu'th,
Every spring another youth:
All what thought can add beside,
Crown this Bridegroom and this Bride!

1. Oh, No More, No More...
2. Dawn

Percy Shelley A Bridal Song ("The golden gates of Sleep unbar")

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