Where Angels Go

Two doves perchèd upon the throne of God Fore'er indebted in wedlock'd bond. True love cannot be measured with a rod. Like ripples on the Lord's celestial pond. Bouquet of wild aster both shall pick In gardens, both share harvest of their love with children who will compliment them quick We bless them both with light from Heav'n above As love has taken hold of man and wife And may that bond be blessèd with glad cheer Together they will start their Christian life And let us not shed ev'n single tear Love's purity is like the fallen snow Part not until they tread where angels go.