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Poems
For I know that your heart never wished unsaid
The vows that you whispered low,
As we bound our lives at the altar's foot
Just fifty years ago.
The vows that you whispered low,
As we bound our lives at the altar's foot
Just fifty years ago.
The journey is almost over, wife,
We shall soon be nearing the goal,
But we've left many mile-stones to mark our way,
That will still bear the stamp of each soul;
And many a fireside we never may see,
Shall hear memories oft spoken low,
Of you and of me, who were bride and groom,
Just fifty years ago.
We shall soon be nearing the goal,
But we've left many mile-stones to mark our way,
That will still bear the stamp of each soul;
And many a fireside we never may see,
Shall hear memories oft spoken low,
Of you and of me, who were bride and groom,
Just fifty years ago.
(To the guests.)
Now fill your glasses and drink a toast
To all that I mean to name,—
To the girls and the boys that have blessed our home,
And the children that to them came.
To the alien branches grafted on
This good old family tree!
And oh! my native land to-day,
We'll drink a toast to thee!
But the fullest bumper of all, I say,
You'll drain before you go,
To the bonny bride your father won
Just fifty years ago.
Now fill your glasses and drink a toast
To all that I mean to name,—
To the girls and the boys that have blessed our home,
And the children that to them came.
To the alien branches grafted on
This good old family tree!
And oh! my native land to-day,
We'll drink a toast to thee!
But the fullest bumper of all, I say,
You'll drain before you go,
To the bonny bride your father won
Just fifty years ago.
