Bellevue Chapel

Looking down upon the river's edge
And at the end of a crooked road,
There stands a little chapel,
It has a gentle sort of mode.
It's clothed with fine stone of grey
That never shines by night or day,
But yet this tiny house of God
Will appear to nod and seem to say,
"Come through my humble doors and pray."
--Lynda Rossiter

This is the lovely little chapel where we will be married!