But, laddie, that was not all--no, not though her black een, that had the licht o' all the stars o' nicht in them, shone in yours as though a hairt o' love an' passion, too, dwelt in them.

I saw ye join hands, an' heard a strange voice that talked stranger still, but I saw none ither.

Your eyes an' her eyes, an' your hand an' hers, were all I saw.

For all else was dim, and the darkness was close around ye twa.

And when the benison was spoken--I knew that by the voices that sang, and by the gladness of her een, as well as by the pride and glory of yours--the licht began to glow a wee more, an' I could see yer bride.