4488567Poems — At Hymen's GatesAnnie Isabel Curwen
At Hymen's Gates,
On the Marriage of Princess Maud of Wales.
Adown Love's rose-strewn path she trips 'Neath Summer's sunny skies, With blushing cheeks, and smiling lips, And happy love-lit eyes, Towards those mystic golden gates Entrance to Hymen's bowers, Where her true love her coming waits Among the nodding flowers.
The roses smile to see her pass, The song birds sweetly sing, As her light feet trip o'er the grass In haste to greet her king, Her lord, who with impatience waits To clasp her little hand, And lead her through the golden gates To love's enchanted land.
One fleeting backward glance she throws Upon the dear old life, As Hymen's mystic gates unclose In welcome to the wife. The blushing rose her cheeks forsake, Her sunny eyes grow dim, But she dares all for love's sweet sake, And enters in with him. love is strong! for it can break All other tender ties; O love is sweet! for it doth make This world a paradise; 'Tis the acme of human bliss, The poetry of life; God grant thee such sweet love as this, To bless thee, happy wife!