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At the last night's eventide, Rode the groom,--a gallant soldier Flushed with victory and pride, Seeking, as a priceless guerdon From the dark-eyed Madeline, Leave to lead her to the altar When the morrow's sun should shine. All the children of the village, Decked with garland's white and red, All the young men and the maidens, Had been forth to see her wed; And the aged people, seated In the doorways 'neath the vine, Thought of their own youth and blessed her, As she left the house divine. Pale she was, but very lovely, With a brow so calm and fair, When she passed, the benediction Seemed still falling on the air. Strangers whispered they had never Seen who could with her compare, And the maidens looked with envy On her wealth of raven hair. In the glen beside the river In the shadow of the wood, With wide-open doors for welcome Gamble-roofed the cottage stood; Where the festal board was waiting, For the bridal guests prepared, Laden with a feast, the humblest In the little village shared. Every hour was winged with gladness While the sun went down the west, Till the chiming of the church-bell Told to all the hour for rest: Then the merry guests departed, Some a camp's rude couch to bide, Some to bright homes,--each invoking Blessings on the gentle bride. Tranquilly the morning sunbeam Over field and hamlet stole, Wove a glory round each red leaf, Then effaced the Frost-king's scroll: Eyes responded to its greeting As a lake's still waters shine, Young hearts bounded,--and a gay group Sought the home of Madeline. Bird-like voices 'neath the casement Chanted in the hazy air, A sweet orison for wakening,-- Half thanksgiving and half prayer. But no white hand drew the curtain From the vine-clad panes before, No light form, with buoyant footstep, Hastened to fling wide the door. Moments numbered hours in passing 'Mid that silence, till a fear Of some unseen ill crept slowly Through the trembling minstrels near, Then with many a dark foreboding, They, the threshold hastened o'er, Paused not where a stain of crimson Cu
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