NOW the rite is duly done,
Now the word is spoken,
And the spell has made us one
Which may ne-er be broken;
Rest we, dearest, in our home,
Roam we o-er the heather:
We shall rest, and we shall roam,
Shall we not? together.

From this hour the summer rose
Sweeter breathes to charm us;
From this hour the winter snows
Lighter fall to harm us:
Fair or foul-on land or sea-
Come the wind or weather,
Best and worst, whate-er they be,
We shall share together.

Death, who friend from friend can part,
Brother rend from brother,
Shall but link us, heart and heart,
Closer to each other:
We will call his anger play,
Deem his dart a feather,
When we meet him on our way
Hand in hand together.