A pretty little church....
Pews that have seen a lifetime of prayers...
Pretty little brides-maids...
Last minute adjustments...
The joining of hands...
The formation of a new family...
Hark! The merry chimes are pealing,
Soft and glad the music swells,
Gaily in the night wind stealing,
Sweetly sound the wedding bells.
- Eliza Cook
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