Love's Westward Ho!

Pleasant it is, wee Wife of mine,
As by my side thou art,
To sit and see thy clear eyes shine
With bonfires of the heart!
And young Love smiles so sweet and sly,
From warm and balmy deeps,
As under-leaf the fruit may try
To hide, yet archly peeps:
Gliding along in our fairy boat,
With prospering skies above,
Over the sea of time we float
To another New World of Love.

One of God's Darlings is our Guide:
Ah, how it makes us lean,
Hearts beating lovingly side by side
That nothing may come between.
As yon brave ring of Stars doth fold
Our world, so is it given
To this wee ring of wedding gold
To clasp us round with heaven;
Gliding along in our fairy boat,
With prospering skies above,
Over the sea of time Ave float
To another New World of Love.