One day, my little princess
You will part from your father
And your heart will spring, joyous
Into the arms of another
And though it be sad
To let you out of my sight
I will know he treats you tenderly
I will know he treats you right
For marriage, my dear, is holy
It clothes in finest linen even those born to rags
I will one day bless your union as I did my own and many other
The institution of marriage is sacred always and forever
as long as it can’t be had by [manuscript cuts off here, scholars have no idea what the last word could have been]

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