Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.