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Show i NfcWLYWEDS By WINtHROP PRACD Now the rite is duly done. Now the word is spoken. And the spell has made tis one "Which may ne'er be broken; Rest we, dearest. In our tiome, Bo am o'er the heather; "We shall rest, we shall roam. Shall we nott together. From this hour the summer rose Sweeter breathes to charm us; From this hour the winter snows Lighter fall to harm us; Fair or foul on land or sea-Come sea-Come the wind or weather. Best and worst, whateVr thej be, We shall share together. |