THE BRIDE.
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THE BRIDE. Written 6y Charles Jefreys. Oh! take her, but be Eaithfui still, And may the bridal vow Be sacred held in afier years, And warmly brea,hed as now; Remember 'iis no common tie

 Tha, binds her youthful heart: 'Tis one that only truth should weave, And only death can part. The joys of childhood's happy hour, The home of riper years, The treasured scenes of early youth, In sunshine and in tears; The purest hopes her bosom knew, When her young heart was free, All these and more she now resigns, To brave the world with thee. Her lot in life is fx'd with thine,

 Its good and ill to shore, And well I know twill be her pride, To soothe each sorrow there1 Then take her, and may Aeeting time Mark only joys increase, And may your days glide swee.y on In happiness and peace.