Bridal Song

My blessing and praise with the house abide,
That hath lately been graced by a beauteous bride,
Like a Garden it seems to bloom.

From the bridal chamber the Sun doth gleam,
Like a Nightingale's voice is the flute's soft strain;
Each table is bright as a flower-deck'd Plain,
And the red wine runs in a sparkling Stream.

Like Lilies and Roses the maidens bloom,
And like Breezes that stray
Amid Flowerets gay,
Caressing and kissing are heard through the room.
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Ludwig Uhland
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