THERE was a marriage-table where One sate, <br />Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid: <br />Thenceforward does it seem that He has made <br />All virtuous marriage-tables consecrate: <br />And so, at this, where without pomp or state <br />We sit, and only say, or mute, are fain <br />To wish the simple words 'God bless these twain!' <br />I think that He who 'in the midst' doth wait <br />Oft-times, would not abjure our prayerful cheer, <br />But, as at Cana, list with gracious ear <br />To us, beseeching, that the Love divine <br />May ever at their household table sit, <br />Make all His servants who encompass it, <br />And change life's bitterest waters into wine.<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-marriage-table/
