Lizzie And I Are One

Lizzie and I are one, and 011e we mean to be, Seeing it's forty years since she joined hands witli me ; And this honeymoon of ours, I'tn euro 'twill never set, For as it thone eolong ago, 'tis shiniug on us yct. We tben wero linked together for bctter or ío worse, She took me for a blessing- I migbt bave proved a curse ; Perhaps I've not been either, yet lnck was on my side, For Lizzie has becn a blessing siuce tbo dny ebe was a bride. I carry here her uicture, in a pocket near my hoart, And never truer angel face was drawn by human art. They may not think it beautiful, but never do I see, In throngfl of charming woinen, a face so dear to me. And now as I look on it I'in back at the happy day, When Lizzie and I, united, wero emiling along the way. Not pompons was the journey, yet all the world took part, For each was truly all the world to the other's loving heart. Our wedding jaunt it waB, and my proudest day of lifo, For it led to the loving oíd folks, to show na y precious wife ; And as Old Gray joggcd ouward, all earth and air and Bky Were naupht to me, for heaven was there in Lizzie's beaming eye. To her it seemed all nature in sunimer's richest dress Wus thus arrayed in sympathy to greot our happiness ; And even wayside posics looked up f.b if to say, God niado us to Bhed f ragrance on the holy marriage day. Yes, she with eense superior detected in the air The odor of each blossom, and kuew 'twas blooming there ; And oft Old Gray was halted in each elapBing hour, That I, responsivo to her wish, might culi the wilding fiower. The woods and fields and rnountain eidea for her had wealth untold - A ;ïlver fiood the river ran, the eun cast raye of gold; Wilh soul refined she saw and feit ten thousand glories there, While I - well, I could only see my wife bo wondrous fair, Ah, me ! It was a tour of joy, an episode of bliss - With earnest faith in every pulse, hope fervent as a kies ; And ever as the day wore on I seemed to love her more, Yet now, with forty years agone, we love as no'er bef ore. Childhood has cïaimed maternal care that never was denied, As the gentle, tender mother followed the blushing bride ; And all who grew around us with love reward her care, And think there's none so kind and wise as mother sitting there. The years have Bped, and good and ill have met us on the way, But joint y we've kept moving on. as on the joining day ; And still, for better or fcr worse, life's lessons we havo conned, But never dreamed of learning how to break the joiniEg bond. Yes, Lizzie and I are one, and two we'll never be, Till death an arrow launches at Lizzie or at me ; And though our heads are frosted, and the frosty locke are thin, Our hearts, like winter flres, are glowing warm within.