A KISS TO THE BRIDE.
Sacred, blithesome, undenied,
With benisons from East and West,
And salutations North and South,
Through me indeed to-day a million hearts and
Wafting a million loves, a million soul-felt prayers;
—Tender and true remain the arm that shields thee
Fair winds always fill the ship's sails that sail thee!
Clear sun by day, and bright stars at night, beam on
Dear girl—through me the ancient privilege too,
For the New World, through me, the old, old wed-
O youth and health! O sweet Missouri rose! O
Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips, to-day,
Unto a Nation's loving kiss.
Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm copy of an original issue.
"A Kiss to the Bride."
New York Daily Graphic
21 May 1874:
Reprinted in Leaves of Grass (1897).
Whitman Archive ID