THE ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and j**els grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell— For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now. But he spoke to re-a**ure me, And he kissed my pallid brow, While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me, (Thinking him dead D'Elormie,) "Oh, I am happy now!" And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Here is a ring, as token That I am happy now!— Behold the golden token That proves me happy now! Would God I could awaken! For I dream I know not how! And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken,— Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now.