Now the rite is duly done,
  Now the word is spoken,
And the spell has made us one
  Which may ne’er be broken;
Rest we, dearest, in our home,
  Roam we o’er the heather:
We shall rest, and we shall roam,
  Shall we not? together.

From this hour the summer rose
  Sweeter breathes to charm us;
From this hour the...