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TROTHPLIGHT.
TROTHPLIGHT.
[For the Golden Wedding of a Husband thirty-seven years blind.]

IBROUGHT her home, my bonny bride,
    Just fifty years ago;
Her eyes were bright,
Her step was light,
    Her voice was sweet and low.

In April was our wedding-day,—
    The maiden month, you know,
Of tears and smiles,
And wilful wiles,
    And flowers that spring from snow.