The rings are on my hands,

And the wreath is on my brow —

Satins and jewels grand,

And many a rule of land,

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now!

 

He has loved me long and well,

And, when he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell,

For — the words were his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

The minister, foretells,

And who is happy now!

 

And he spoke to re-asure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow —

But a reverie came o’re me,

And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

“O, I am happy now!”

 

And thus they said I plighted

An irrevocable vow —

And my friends are all delighted

That his love I have requited —

And my mind is much benighted

If I am not happy now!

 

Lo! the ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow —

Satins and jewels grand,

And many a rule of land,

Are all at my command,

And I must be happy now!

 

I have spoken — I have spoken —

They have registered the vow —

And though my faith be broken,

And though my heart be broken,

Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

That PROVES me happy now . . .

 

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream — I know not how!

And my soul is sorely shaken,

Father: dead

Reclimation: All in the Clemm.

Newborn child: Practically now-born.

And future-unwound.

Lest an evil step be taken,

And the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now!