Two loves came up a long, wide aisle¹, And knelt at a low, white gate； One —— tender and true, with the shyest smile, One —— strong, true, and elate.

    Two lips spoke² in a firm, true way, And two lips answered soft and low； In one true hand such a little hand lay Fluttering, frail³ as a flake⁴ of snow.

    One stately head bent⁵ humbly⁶ there, Stilled were the throbbings of human love； One head drooped⁷ down like a lily fair, Two prayers went, wing to wing, above.

    God blest them both in the holy place, A long, brief moment the rite⁸ was done； On the human love fell the heavenly grace, Making two hearts forever one.

    Between two lengthening⁹ rows of smiles, One sweetly shy, one proud, elate, Two loves passed down the long, wide aisles¹⁰, Will they ever forget the low, white gate？