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Blessing of the Young Couple Before Marriage, by Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret
John Boyle O'Reilly

John Boyle O'Reilly

To A.S. on His Daughter’s Wedding
THERE is no joy all set apart from pain,
The opening bud has loss as well as gain.
The brightest dew-drop gems a bending flower,
The rarest day has wept one little shower;
But wholly blest the parting pain and ruth
That hold and fold the joining love of youth.

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