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THE WEDDING OF THE TOWNS.
(THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE.)
BY WILL CARLETON.
LET all of the bells ring clear-
Let all of the flags be seen!
The King of the Western Hemisphere
Has married the Island Queen
For many a day he waited
By the lordly river's side,
And deemed that the maid was fated
To be his own true bride;
For many a night he wooed her
Upon her lofty throne,
For many a year pursued her,
To win her for his own ;
Norr thankless his endeavor,
Nor coy the regal maid ;
But, like true love's course ever,
The banns were long delayed.
And boys to men had grown,
And men their graves had sought ;
But the gulf ,was yet between them thrown,
And the wooing seemed for naught.
And couriers oft were dashing
'Twixt him and his adored ;
But still was the river flashing
Betweent them, like a sword.
In heart they well were mated ;
And patiently and long
They for each other waited -
These lovers true and strong.
Let never a flag be hidden !
Let never a bell be dumb !
The guests have all been bidden-
The wedding-day has come !
Through many a golden year
Shall shine this silvery tie ;
The wondering world will gather here,
And gaze, with gleaming eye.
Philosophers will ponder
How, blessed by the hand of Heaven.
The world has another wonder
To add to her ancient seven.
Philanthropists will linger
To view the giant span,
And point, with grateful finger,
To man's great work for man ;
And all will bless the year
When, in the May-month green,
The King of the Western Hemisphere
Was wed to the Island Queen.
Will Carleton
Brooklyn, N. Y.
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