XXI.
The rite-book is closed, and the rite being done They, who knelt down together, arise up as one: Fair riseth the bride--Oh, a fair bride is she, But, for all (think the maidens) that brown rosary, No saint at her praying!
The rite-book is closed, and the rite being done They, who knelt down together, arise up as one: Fair riseth the bride--Oh, a fair bride is she, But, for all (think the maidens) that brown rosary, No saint at her praying!