Two hands held in one clasp,
Two hearts bound in one chain,
Two bosoms beating warm,
Loving, beloved again.
Two smiles of fervent faith
On each caressing cheek,
Two voices soft and low,
As whispering angels speak.
Two figures kneeling glad
Before the sacred shrine,
Two vows of mutual love
Exchanged in sight divine.
Two coffins, side by side,
Beneath the daisied sod,
Two spirits dwelling in
The perfect rest of God.