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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wedding Sermon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, while she's changing,' said the Dean, <br>'Her bridal for her traveling dress, <br>I'll preach allegiance to your queen! <br>Preaching's the thing which I profess; <br>And one more minute's mine! You know <br>I've paid my girl a father's debt, <br>And this last charge is all I owe. <br>She's yours; but I love more than yet <br>You can; such fondness only wakes <br>When time has raised the heart above <br>The prejudice of youth, which makes <br>Beauty conditional to love. <br>Prepare to meet the weak alarms <br>Of novel nearness; recollect <br>The eye which magnifies her charms <br>Is microscopic for defect. <br>Fear comes at first; but soon, rejoiced, <br>You'll find your strong and tender loves, <br>Like holy rocks by Druids poised, <br>The least force shakes, but none removes. <br>Her strength is your esteem; beware <br>Of finding fault; her will's unnerved <br>By blame; from you 'twould be despair; <br>But praise that is not quite deserved <br>Will all her noble nature move <br>To make your utmost wishes true. <br>Yet think, while mending thus your Love, <br>Of matching her ideal too! <br>The death of nuptial joy is sloth; <br>To keep your mistress in your wife, <br>Keep to the very height your oath, <br>And honor her with arduous life. <br>Lastly, no personal reverence doff. <br>Life's all externals unto those <br>Who pluck the blushing petals off, <br>To find the secret of the rose. - <br>How long she's tarrying! Green's Hotel <br>I'm sure you'll like. The charge is fair, <br>The wines good. I remember well <br>I stayed once, with her mother, there. <br>A tender conscience of her vow <br>That mother had! She's so like her!' <br>But Mrs. Fife, much flurried, now <br>Whispered, 'Miss Honor's ready, sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a><div class=q>
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'Her bridal for her traveling dress, 
I'll preach allegiance to your queen! 
Preaching's the thing which I profess; 
And one more minute's mine! You know 
I've paid my girl a father's debt, 
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