The Bridesmaid

The bridal is o'er the guests are all gone.
The bride's only sister sits weeping alone,
The wreath of white roses is torn from her brow
And the heart of the bridesmaid is desolate now.

With smiles and caresses she decked the fair bride
And then led her forth with affection and pride
She knew that together no more should they dwell
Yet she smiled when she kissed her and bade her farewell

She would not  embitter a festival day
Nor send a sweet sister in sadness away
The bells are all ringing she sees her depart
She cannot veil longer the grief of her heart

She thinks of each pleasure, each pain that endures
The lovely compassion of happier years
She has torn the white roses in grief from her brow
And the heart of the bridesmaid is desolate now.

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