Marriage Morn

'Tis May-time and the marriage morn Oí' Clara Winwood, who was born In vonder cot, That ems to float upon the corn - Fair May-tifne and her marriage morn ; Would it were not ! Tlie bridegroom walks with happy strido, But he has only won her pride. She tames lier love and gives her hand Because he is a lord of land, As he can ride Ten miles and say, " All this is raino, Aud what is mine, my love, is thine." And she can hide Her soul, and though her heart be cold, Put on a smile to get his gold. There is a youth in Brinton Dell, And Clara Winwood loves him well ; And he loves her - TJnto the very core of truth - With all the passion ot his youth ; Aud would it were That he coulcl prove true love and healtli Are far beyond the price of wealth ! Old women tread the churchyard grass And see the bride and bridegroom pass ; And children play Round gravestones where thcir sisters sleep ; And older children know and weep, And turn away. The gossips stand beneath the trees, And watch and wait in twos and threes. The belfry shakes, the warm air swells With merry peal of bridal bells. Alas, alas ! For time will teach the bride by stealth That love is richer far thau wealth. Alas, alas ! The bridegroom who can buv aud sell Shal) meet the youth of Briuton Dell. -Gay Roslyn, in Belgravia.