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The Golden Wedding

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Parent Issue
Day
15
Month
July
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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Wake up, witcf- the black cloak nf trightbe fade. And ï.ir u (faetast mornlltg his kitchen tire has 111. liif . And he ís heattng red-hot his stove of Jroi-gr.iy. The stars are winking and blinking bel'orc Uie 1 i u h t o' day. Mimi jrou what I was doin', just fifty years agonc?- liiushin' iny Sund.iy raiment, nu' pttttiu' my best Uioks on ; Clothin' myself in courage so none my fright wouid ¦m ; Au' my coward heart withiu, the while, was pounding to get f reu. Ten mile wond nn'brnmblc, anrf threc milt1 field an' dew, In tl-1 cold sinile of mornlng I wallud lo mnrry yon; No horse had I bnt my wishes- no pilot but a Itai ; Kut my boyish hcart it fancied t heard JTOO froOI alar. So through the woodl I Iiurried, sn' throogfa the pm in' dew, a „ litii,. ihoiiifht o' tiring the wliolc of my jonrney throuh. Tbtngl neVr lcfore nor after do so a man icjoice. As on tlie d.iy lic marries the woman of' liis dioico. An' thflb our country brimful o' grieft" an' glee, With t'very onc a-pettin' an' jokin yon nu' me : The good i iic.r w ui .in" CTWC, v.iU it BOmetlmeS has done Wltcn (flondl hflTC ;h:wcd cach nlher cross the sunv nier sim, Tbere was yoar gooii old iathcr, drested ap tn weddia1 shape, With a!l the liomespun finery that lic COUld rake :in' serapc; And your tlear-heartcd motlu-r the sunlii-lit of whose smlle Shone through the sliowcrs of tcar-drops that Btoraed her face Uie wliile; Also your sisters and brothers, who hanlly secmed to know IIow they could scarc up courage to let their sister go; An'cousins an' school-house comrades, dressed up in racetin' trim, With one of them a-sulkin' becauH t waant hlm ; An' there was the good old parson, his neck all drested in white, A bunch o' text in his left eye, a hyinn-book in his right; An' the parson's virgin daughtcr, plain an' severely pure, V lio hoped we shoultl be happy, but wasn't exactly sure. An' there was the irtuals, seasnned with kind regnrds an' love, The holly wreaths with breastpins of rubíes, np above ; An' there was my heart a wondciin'as how such things could be, An' there was the world bcfore us, an' there was yon and me. Wake up, wiiet that gold bird, the sun has come in siylit, An' on the tree-top perches to takc his daily ilight. He ís not old and teeble, an' he wíll satl away, As he has done so o f ten since fifty years to -d.iy, Vou know there's companj coming- our daughter an' our sons ; There's John, and James, and T-ucy, an' all their little ones; And Jennie, she wíll be herc, who in her grave dotli lie (Providcd company ever can come from out tbc sky); And Stm- I in nol certain as he will come or not; They say he is a black sheep - the wildest of the lot. Before a son's dishonor, a father's love stands damb ; iïut still, someliow or other, I hope that Sam will qpme. The tree bends down ils branches to its children from above - The son is lord of the father, and rules hím with bis love ; And he will e'cr be longcd for, though far they be apart, For tbc drop of blood he carnes thal carne fioin the iather's heart. Wake you , wife ! the loud sun bas roused the sweet daylight. And she has dressed herself up tn red and yellow and white ; She lias dressed herself up for us, wife - for our weddin' day once moreAnd mysoul to-day is younger thna it ever was liefore.

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News