Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)
A Marriage-Table
THERE was a marriage-table where One sate, Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid: Thenceforward does it seem that He has made All virtuous marriage-tables consecrate: And so, at this, where without pomp or state We sit, and only say, or mute, are fain To wish the simple words "God bless these twain!" I think that He who "in the midst" doth wait Oft-times, would not abjure our prayerful cheer, But, as at Cana, list with gracious ear To us, beseeching, that the Love divine May ever at their household table sit, Make all His servants who encompass it, And change life's bitterest waters into wine.
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