Wedded Love

By James Nack

I may not call to grandeur's hall
The lady of my heart;
I have not power or wealthy dower
My true love to impart;
I bid her from a sphere to come
That far is mine above;
Yet shall not this impair the bliss
That hails our wedded love!

She will not grieve a home to leave
Magnificent in pride,
In lowly cot to share my lot,
Obscurely there to hide;
Though desolate of friend or mate,
Save me and God above,
Yet shall not this impair the bliss
That hails our wedded love.

She has been nurst among the first
And proudest of the land,
Where from her head all danger fled,
At fortune's magic wand:
But ill my bower in stormy hour
Can shield my gentle dove;
Yet shall not this impair the bliss
That hails our wedded love.

I every day a tender lay
Shall waken to her name,
And every night to throne of might
Shall kneel to bless the same;
For years and years, through smiles and tears,
I'll prize her all above;
And well shall this insure the bliss
That hails our wedded love.