What Need Of Clamorous Bells, Or Ribands Gay, These Humble Nuptials To Proclaim Or Grace? Angels Of Love, Look Down Upon The Place; Shed On The Chosen Vale A Sun-Bright Day! Yet No Proud Gladness Would The Bride Display Even For Such Promise: Serious Is Her Face, Modest Her Mien; And She, Whose Thoughts Keep Pace With Gentleness, In That Becoming Way Will Thank You. Faultless Does The Maid Appear; No Disproportion In Her Soul, No Strife: But, When The Closer View Of Wedded Life Hath Shown That Nothing Human Can Be Clear From Frailty, For That Insight May The Wife To Her Indulgent Lord Become More Dear.