VOWS AT THE ALTAR.
Copyright, 1894, by The New York Music Co.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.
The village church was crowded an it ne'er had been before,
One bright September morn, too years ago,
To see two hearts united, and vows never more to part,
Through life to snare each other's joy and woe.
Could they have read the future And know what time would bring,
Its grief's and woe, Its sorrow and its strife,
Their joy would have been sadness on that happy wedding morn,
The day the preacher made them man und wife.
Vows at the altar are often broken, sometimes for love or gold;
After the solemn words are spoken, after the love grows cold;
If we would only reflect a moment, when love, so old, is new,
Vows at the altar would us ever sacred and hearts be more true.
Not long ago a shadow fell upon a peaceful home,
At last the golden dream or love was o'er.
One day, down by the cottage, a stranger came to roam,
A man that once hived Nell in days of yore.
He told her of the city, of life so gay and bright,
Of ball room grand where she could reign supreme.
With jealousy the husband parted with his wife that night-
Their happiness is ended like a dream.-Refrain.
One day she sent a letter to the husband far away,
And told him how he'd wronged a faithful heart:
And asked If he remembered, how, upon that wedding 'morn,
How they had vowed to love and never part.
She told him of the altar, where, upon her bended knees,
She promised to love, honor and obey.
The letter brought the truant one back from o'er the seasThey're happy in their little home to-day.-Refrain.