“TILL death us part,” Thus speaks the heart When each to each repeats the words of doom; For better and for worse, Through blessing and through curse, We shall be one, till life’s last hour shall come. Life with its myriad grasp Our yearning souls shall clasp By ceaseless love and still expectant wonder; In bonds that shall endure Indissolubly sure Till God in death shall part our paths asunder. Till death us join! Oh, word yet more divine, Which to the breaking heart breathes hope sublime! Through wasted hours, And shattered powers, We still are one, despite the change and time. Death with his healing hand Shall knit once more the band, Which needs but that one link that none may sever; Till, through the only Good, Seen, felt, and understood, The life in God shall make us one forever.
“Till death us part”
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VIII. Wedded Love
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