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.