r PS 1315 '\^" % S" s-. v^^ "%< V' ,0 o. ^o 0^ ,^ -/::i ^ -v- , ': .^' ■K-'y' --■n- V" '>, /A' .^^ o '■'■,. And scenic beauty everywhere, — But oh, Vm longing for you. At sultry noon a dreamy spell, Whose languorous ease no words can tell. Comes o'er my soul (I love it well). But still Fm longing for you. There are twilight hours of wondirous calm, — That fall o'er mind and heart like balm, — Or rhythm and flow of sacred psalm. But still I'm longing for you. There is work to do and plans to lay, — There is cark and busy care all day, — But still my thought will flee away, — Dear heart, Fm longing for you. Foul or fair, by land or sea, — Best or worst, whatever it be, — NINETEEN Counts for naught away from thee, — Evermore, Fm longing for you. Your love makes bright each darkened way,— Your presence gladdens every day, — I'm lonesome when from you I stay, — Sweet wife, Fm longing for you. LOVE'S ETHICS, The light of life I daily find In her sweet hazel eyes. Shines strong and clear adown my path. Illumines all my skies. Brings heaven down and makes me lose All sense of toil and pain. Her bond-slave, yet I truly sing Love's free exultant strain. I've won her hand, stole her heart, Did change her own good name. But still she wears a smiling face, Will not give up the game; TWENTY A hug purloined, some kisses stole,— I am in criminal state; She says I am a noble man, — She really calls me "Great.' » There's just one thing that I could do To make her think me bad, Tho well she knows that I have won Most everything she had: A plunger bold in Love's Wall Street, Her lips with scorn would curl, If I should go on some fair night To court another girl. TWENTY-ONE A SUMMER IDYL. On a summer night By a starlit sea Where the waves rolled high and grand,> And the breakers white In flashing surf Surged high along the strand; On a rustic bench Sat a woman fair, And a man sat by her side; And passing sweet In the amber-glow Was the voice of the restless tide. But sweeter far Than the amber-gk>w Or the voice of sea or land Was the woman's voice In tones of love And the touch of that woman's hand. Oh! The mystic spell No words can tell TWENTY-TWO That the love of the woman weaves. In the heart of the man Through days and years Or the joy her presence gives. There's a woman's room In the house at Home In the cottage on the hill, And a man that prays At a woman's shrine "That blessings her life may fill." Dear heart, true heart, O Sweetheart mine, — "The Lord grant in wasteless measure Thy heart's desires, Rest, strength and peace, Long years' unfading pleasure." TWENTY-THREE AN OLD BLUE WRAPPER. She was with me thru the summer At the camp upon the hill; And we always sat together Thru the twilight soft and still; With her head upon my shoulder And our hearts together blent, Sometimes singing, often laughing Both lives full of sweet content. When the summer time had faded Into autumn crisp and cool. Then, she and the laddies left me For the lads must be in school. O, the way was long and dreary As alone to camp I went, Till I saw her old blue wrapper She'd left hanging in my tent. It was faded, worn and dusty. Couldn't sell it for a cent, But my eyes with diamonds dazzled When I saw it in my tent : TWENTY-FOUR Yes, it was an unmatched treasure Just a breath from heaven sent, And I hugged that old blue wrapper She'd left hanging in my tent. OUR BOYS. Oh! Bless the boys! The baby boys. In long white skirts and dresses; With rosy cheeks and dimpled hands — With curls and golden tresses. And bless the boys some later on In kilts and knickerbockers; They rode the dining chairs for steeds. Made railroad trains of rockers. Then bless the boys with bat and ball, With marbles, tops; with bows and arrows ; When sick with croup — with colic wild We trod with them life's narrows; And bless the boys when school days came. When first from home they started; TIVENTY-FIVE Both glad and sad we watched them go. Our Babies had departed. Ah, no! They are our Babies still. Though near to manhood grown; Each day they draw around our hearts New ties before unknown. Each day we love them more and more; They bring our deepest joys; God keep them safe for earth and Heaven, Our own sweet darling boys. THANKSGIVING DAY. Just four and twenty years ago And youth was in its prime. When first I met your smiling face That glad Thanksgiving time. We husked some corn, baked some pies Together sang a song. At night we played all sorts of games, Yes, played them fast and long. The "Needle's Eye" that did supply Some threads that ran quite true, TWENTY-SIX And many a lass did I let pass, My heart was set on catching you. "Virginia Reel" and "Trip Along Joe" Sweet Ruth in a field of clover; Jacob blind, yet seeing some. "Put him in a boat and sail him over." I think the spell began to work As we did sing, "Dark is the Night." But lo! The day was speeding on, — A day most fair and wondrous bright. The day our masks were laid aside " The old, old story ever new, I read within your hazel eyes. My gray ones said the same to you. Since then we've lived, my precious wife, Both joy and sorrow sharing. Some twenty years of blessed life Adown Life's pathway faring. With love and joy we travel on: Where'er our earthly paths shall lay, Fond memory turns to one glad morn, — That far-off first Thanksgiving day. TWENTY-SEVEN JUST WORRYIN'. I am sorry, very sorry For this blight that's come on you; Yes, my nerves are all a-worry And I sympathize, I do: For this awful thing that's fallen Without fault upon your part, Tho, I cannot lift your burden Still lies heavy on my heart. Summer's gone, the season ended, Yet this growth must be endured — Every doctor that attended Says this kind cannot be cured; So your courage must be stronger As you battle with your woes. You cannot conceal it longer There's a freckle on your nose. TWENTY-EIGHT LOVE'S WIRELESS. It flashes from her sparkling eyes, I caught it from her finger-tips; It came (as lightning from the skies) When first I kissed her rosy lips. Love thrilled her song with tender strain; Love glinted from her waving hair; By day — by night, Love's sweet refrain Now breaks in music everywhere. TWENTY-NINE APPRECIATION A WINSOME LASSIE. Nebraska's rose -blown prairies Where plays the summer wind; 'Twas there a winsome lassie Did promise to be mine, — Did promise to be mine, — Her eyes were hazel-brown And for this winsome lassie E'en life I would lay down. Her soul is white as lilies Her heart is true and clean, Of all Nebraska's fairies She easy was the queen, — She easy is the queen, — And fairer grows each day And upon this fair queen's altars My all I gladly lay. For more than twenty summers She now my life hath blessed. And yet each season seemeth Much sweeter than the last,- — THIRTY-THREE Much sweeter than the last, — And she is divinely fair, Some day I know they'll want her, For an angel over there. A WOMAN'S HEART. Go scour the earth and sweep the land; Go search the angels' quiet home, Go visit all the shining stars That gleam in Heaven's sapphire dome. Go bring the wealth of ages past. Earth's jewels rare, — all works of Art, — Bring ail the songs of seraph choir. Then go and win a woman's heart. Go place them in a balance fine. All treasures gleaned from everywhere, The wealth of stars and seas and land. All works of art and jev/eis rare; Against them weigh a woman's heart A heart of love to hold in thrall; You will fijid a Christian woman's Love Will surely far outweigh them all. THIRTY-FOUR MY JOLLY LITTLE WIFE. She is sweeter far than honey, And as pure as morning dew. She is fairer than the fairest CaUa lily ever grew. She fills my heart with rapture. And she drives away the blue, — That jolly little Sweet -Wife mine. Just to kiss her ruby lips Makes me tingle with delight. So I kiss her in the morning. And I kiss her noon and night. For it seems to make her happy. And it keeps me feeling right When I kiss that Sweet-Wife mine. She is a splendid little lady With a tender love-lit eye, That she winks at me quite often When nobody else is nigh, — When my working-day is over. To her arms I quickly fly. To that jolly Sweet-Wife mine. THIRTY-FIVE She is a fair and gentle woman With a sunny, happy face, With a heart that's true and loving. Filled with every heavenly grace. She makes my home so happy. Just the dearest, sweetest place. That jolly little Sweet-Wife mine. MOTHER. With white face drawn with pain My sweet wife lay near death; A baby's cry, and once again I felt our first-born's breath: Just holding fast life's finger tips, My grief I could not smother As I pressed a kiss on her pallid lips And the new, sweet name — Mother. Then opened wide her wondrous eyes With a questioning look of love. And swift as messengers down the skies, (From the great white throne above) THIRTY-SIX There flitted a smile, beyond compare Not seen on the face of another As she gazed on baby lying there. This sweet-faced. Christian mother. No other name so sweet of earth. No other heart so tender. No other life so full of worth As my baby's sweet defender. None other can with her compare Not sister, friend, nor brother; With this queenly being, wondrous fair. And my children call her — mother. " THIRTY-SEVEN MY SEVEN GRACES. To my own little sweetheart, Twenty-seven years my wife: You are the trimmest little craft That ever sailed the sea of life. With common sense for ballast And patience for your sail, You are my blessed life-boat. With strength for every gale. If I followed your sweet wisdom We have sailed 'neath sunny skies. With the very light of heaven Glowing in your laughing eyes. If I turned from your advising, Met disasters swift and wide. You have always come to rescue — You have stOIed both wind and tide. You have kindness and a courage That can pierce the darkest night, With a faith that never falters. Speeding upward to the light. THIRTY-EIGHT You have rare and helpful knowledge And a godliness, above All that I have found in women. With a pure and steadfast love. You have poise and deep emotion. With a wondrous self-control. And an absolute devotion To the right, within your soul. So I find my seven graces, Crown and glory ot my life, Set with charm and living beauty In my sunny christian wife. THIRTY-NINE MOTHER'S ROOM. 'Twas very small, a baby's nest, (Ten feet or less by seven) Yet large enough to hold earth's best. And all, I think, of heaven; Where Mother sewed and Mother cried. And all our tears of sorrow dried. With tender loving kisses. From out this room at morn we went. All girded for life's work or play. And here we always were content. To rest awhile at close of day; Its peace and calm our footsteps lured. And all our aches and pains were cured. By Mother's pats and kisses. Oh, blessed spot to memory dear. Oh, land of childhood's matchless dreams; Thy memory still my heart doth cheer. Still thru my soul thy glory streams; Where quickly cured was every grief, FORTY And Mother's presence brought relief, With low sung lullabys and kisses. Oh, Mother dear, my heart doth yearn, To know thy voice and love again. And oft thru memory still I turn, To thy dear arms for ease from pain — To have thine arms around me thrown — And call me once again thine own. And bless my face with kisses. God grant that Mother's room. Again may be my habitation; When far beyond all clouds and gloom, Long past earth's strong vexation, Oh, lead me then to Mother's room. Beyond the clouds, beyond the tomb. My Mother's room in Heaven. FORTY-ONE SWEET SIXTEEN. I have no gold, my sweetheart true ; I cannot send you jewels bright; But I will write and send to you Some things I thot last night. My wife is sweeter far than when I first beheld her matchless face; Tho, ril confess, that even then She seemed the all of womanly grace. She's larger now, her face more fair. More plump her neck and arms; She has to be, I do declare, To carry added charms. You v/onder why this queenly aide Has now a somewhat double chin? Why, that's a place that nature made To store some added sweetness in. Her dimpled cheeks and sunny eyes Still play at Love's sweet game; They are just "Gates of Paradise" Called by another name. FORTY-TWO Of all good things she is the sum, — An essence all divine; A heavenly herald, she has come. This wondrous wife of mine. To tell her age I won't decline; Tho forty summers lie between Her birthday and this present time, To me, she's "Sweet Sixteen." LOG BOOK. Monday ; Yes, the dear one is coming home, — Her glad face I soon shall see; For more than twenty years her coming Has brighter made the days for me. Tuesday ; Another morning full of glory Floods the earth and fills the skies: A brighter light and sweeter story I soon shall see in her hazel eyes. FORTY-THREE Wednesday; Nearer still and yet still nearer Comes the day with languorous pace; Dearer still and yet still dearer Comes the vision of her face. Thursday; Thirty hours! Oh shrink the measure! Even now she is on the train, And I soon will have the treasure Safe within my arms again. Friday; Six hours more, — then a meeting That will mean new zest to life : Happy hours! Oh joyful greeting. My own beloved, matchless Wife. Friday, 11 A. M. Dull care, go back, way back, sit down! Let gladness rule; Emma will soon be here Her train is whistling now at Ferris Town. Boys, hitch up, and Cheer, Cheer, Cheer. FORTY^FOUR MUVER SAID, AND MUVER KNOWS. When I was short and wore long dresses, Instead of shoes to hide my toes. And on my head was down, not tresses, Muver said, and Muver knows. That I was "sweeter'n all the honey. And worf much more'n all the money. In all the world;" now don't be funny, 'N'at's what Muver said, and Muver knows. When I got big, — was almost five. And teased my bruvers and aunties, too, 'N'ey'd say "My gracious sakes alive, You need a shakin', yes you do," An'en they called me naughty Sue, 'N' papa said he guessed 'twas true; But Muver said, I sweeter grew, 'N'at's what Muver said, and Muver knows. 'N' when I was just sixteen, I had the nicest, sweetest beaux FORTY-FIVE 'At anybody'd ever seen, 'N' he stayed later'n Muver knows, 'N' Muver said it wasn't fun, To have that fellow stay till one. She said she'd guess he'd better run, 'N'at's what Muver said, but Muver don't know. THE HOMEWARD TRAIL. The homeward trail is calling. To the kiss and the sunny smile. Where peace and calm are falling, And living is worth the while; There's help in time of trouble. There's love that's deep and strong, A face that more than doubles My joys the whole day long. There's a something (can't define it) That races my being thru, (If I would I couldn't decline it). That comes along with you; FORTY-SIX That lifts me out of the present, That brings content and rest, That makes my way all pleasant. And every day most blest. There's something about you, darling. That's more than a "woman's way;** Rich as the song of a starling, On w'mg at the break of day. That inspires to noble endeavour. The pure, the good, the true, Thru days and years — forever, I'm lookiiig upward to you. Sometimes I catch the vision. Then it's off and away again. And my soul is left at tension. That is close akin to pain ; Then the lilt of rapturous glory. Of your sunny hazel eyes. As a sweet and happy story. Lifts me up to the skies. So the homeward trail keeps calling, FORTY-SEVEN My pulse beats wild and high, To my soul is this absence galling. As the days drag slowly by; So over the hills and mountains. To the ocean's shoreless blue. To the soul-inspiring fountains Of a love that is strong and true. Forever, this call is coming. To the home in the unseen land. And ever my heart turns homing. Led by your loving hand; I long for the peace and quiet, Your presence brings to me. Your roclier with mine close by it, To rest, sweet rest, with thee. FORTY-EIGHT WOMANHOOD. Oh, womanhood! Divinely fair! How oft I bow before thy shrine To offer up an earnest prayer For thy sweet graces to be mine. Thy patient faith, thy sunny love, Thy courage strong, and tender, too; Thy wisdom, that is from above — All these, and more, I find in you. Oh, may I some sweet lesson learn Of hope and trust from murmurs free- Thru days and years my heart doth yearn For virtues that abound in thee. You bring us charm and beauty's glow — You gladden all our earthly life. Most men would to the devil go Without a loving sunny wife. To make us strong, to hold us true. For all that men should do or be. Oh, Womanhood ! We turn to you The help-mate true, God gave us thee: FORTY-NINE In this old world, the mighty joy That floods and flames all earthly life, — The mother gives unto her boy — The husband gains it from his wife. TELL HER SO. Would you make this old world better, Give your wife a loving smile. Tell her she's your true love-letter That she makes your life worth while. Tell her she's a matchless fairy Whom the angels might adore; Queen of graces, winsome, airy And you love her more and more. Tell her that her words and actions Are angelic every day. Do not serve your praise in fractions Give your largest words full sway. Praise her, till her soul's a-tingle, Eyes a-sparkling — cheeks aglow. FIFTY That is what you did while single. Do it now; 'twill please her so. Kiss her when to work you're starting. Likewise when returned at noon. Make your after-dinner parting Fresh as May, but warm as June. When the day's hard work is over In the tender after glow. Be again an ardent lover, Sit up close and tell her so. Tell 3 our wife the old, old story. Rightly told 'tis ever new. It will thrill her life with glory Softly spoken, tender, true; Be a lover-husband really. Sing your love song sweet and low. Say you love her — say it freely, While she's living, tell her so. FIFTY-ONE ANNIVERSARY SIXTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. Ever gentle, kind and loving, Much of sunshine you have brought. Many words of wisdom giving. And never with a selfish thought. Thus it is that God has blessed me. Held for me this gift so rare. "O My Father! All this life through. May she still my portion be; All my hopes and joys to share, — Still my own sweet Wife so true." What a blessing, what a pleasure. Real and true (No false displaying). In every act her love confessing. God, I thank Thee for this treasure. Here I say, and in the saying. Tell the truth, you are a blessing. FIFTY-FIVE BIRTHDAY GREETING. A birthday greeting dear, for thee My sweet and lovely wife. Thru all the long and trying years Thru days of hope and nights of fears By smiles of joy and smiles of tears, You've lived a wondrous life. What e'er the veiled future brings Thy past is safe, — all glorious: So strong thy faith, so sweet thy trust With never taint of sin or lust, — I know full well, thy Saviour must, Write o'er thy past — "Victorious." Dear, dear wife, accept from me This wish and earnest prayer: **My Father give thee many years, — With more of hope and less of fears, — More smiles of joy, with less of tears, — And always less of care." HFTY-SIX TWENTY-SECOND WEDDING ANNI- VERSARY. Happy day of golden sunshine, Two and twenty years agone When at your old home in Filmore Parson Elliott made us one; But the present and the future Dearer joys hold for me, And this earth is a sunlit Eden While I walk, dear wife, with thee.^ Ever blessed are the memories. Of that spring-time wedding day When beneath the drooping lashes Tender sweet the love-llght lay; As before the marriage altar Fairest of the fair you stood; Wondrous fair, a perfect model Of the noblest womanhood. Dimpled cheeks with roses tinted, Soft brown hair in shining bands; Soft and low the vows were spoken FIFTY-SEVEM Joining lives and hearts and hands Grace in every word and action, White and fair the sunny brow, Of all women then the fairest, To me thou art much fairer now. Really never dreamed I, dearest. How much joy and pleasure true, Future days and years should bring me If I walked thru life with you. Never dreamed that earthly seasons, Best or worst, what e'er they be, Could be fraught with such a gladness As my life has been with thee. In your hazel eyes sweet wisdom Lies, as well as love and truth, For ideals high have swayed your life From days of sunny youth; And sweeter, larger, stronger grown. These two and twenty years. You truly have a help-mate been To banish grief and fears. FIFTY-EIGHT While struggling on from day to day Adown Life's rugged road, 'Tis only fair and just to say, "You've carried half the load:" And sometimes more than half, I know, Upon your heart was laid. But then you went to God in prayer And came back undismayed. And when the days to me were dark, Or I was cross and blue. You often came from that same shrine With strength enough for two; And led me back to better ways. To days all fair and bright, Then softly said, "Dear husband mine, I knew 'twould all come right." Come right it did, you made it come By faith and earnest trying. When others would have said, "No use," Then quit and gone to crying. I tell you, Lass, I know a lot FIFTY-NINE Of things that you have done, To smooth my way and strengthen faith In God's beloved son. And many have by you been won To higher Christian life, That I received the credit for Since you have been my wife. I tell you this, this wedding day, Because I know it's true. That more than half of our success Was brot about by you. You have strengthened heart and hand And quickened soul and brain And held me in the paths of truth As well as soothed my pain; And made me long to be a pure And noble hearted man. As day by day I saw you live As pure as mortals can. And, if at last I reach the goal, A crown of life shall win, SIXTY And pass the shining gates of pearl Forever free from sin; I know that next to Him who died To give eternal life, I'll owe my crown to her who now Is my beloved wife. So come aside a little while, Ere close this wedding-day; I long to see your sunny smile, I need to hear you say. In tender tones with love-lit eyes, "I will be thine for aye," Till fiery moods and fevered tense From me shall pass away. I need the strength your presence gives. Your true and tender love To keep me sweet while here below And fit for heaven above. You are more to me than all things else In all this splendid life My own beloved Sweetheart true, And true sweet-hearted Wife. SIXTY-ONE Then play the sweet old wedding march. Yes, play it soft and low, That we may catch the glad refrain Of vows made long ago; The vows that brot us joy then, The sweetest ever told; Since we have proved each other's love A deeper meaning hold. Thru days of poverty and toO And nights of heavy pain, Across our tired and troubled hearts Those vows have ever lain; A balm and pledge of better days With each returning sun, — Have held us with a deathless love And truly made us one. With heart to heart and hand in hand, ^od's sunshine over all. We are happy in each other's love Whatever shall befall. We journey onward day by day, SIXTY'TWO True love shall faU us never, — Each for the o*her, both for God, Forever and forever. TWENTY-THIRD WEDDING Three and twenty falls gone by I met a charming lass: When we played "The Needle's Eye" She would not let me pass. I marked her rosy face so bright ^ She winked a roguish eye: She murmured "I can train you right,'^ — I said "I wish you'd try." It was a merry chase she led Until the parson came To say some words she wanted said Before she took my name. I'm sure that I some vows did take But, alas! she never can SIXTY-THREE Of me a model husband make For Fm not a model man. But she has done the best she could, She has filled my life with joy: Tho I am not so very good Fm a mighty happy boy. SIXTY-FOUR TWENTY-FOURTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. To the wife of my heart, the strength of my life The Glory and Crown of Life's ways: Giving Joy for my sorrows, and Peace for my strife, — This song of thanksgiving I raise. For twenty-four years, 'mid Life's hopes and fears, A spring of unfailing delight, Enriching my joys, and sharing my tears, With a face that is heavenly bright. As sunny and true as the angels above, — She has come like a priestess of old. To my Temple of Life, offering incense of Love More precious than rubies and gold. Like heaven's own music, her voice to my heart,' — SIXTY-FIVE Love-lighted her beautiful eyes; Each day she is making my home-life a part, Of that city beyond the blue skies. Unfailingly rich in the work of her Lord, Tho in poverty's ways she hath trod; She has lived the sweet life, in deed and in word, That is hid with her Saviour, in God. With a spirit as sweet as the Roses of June, Love as fresh as the mornings of May. She holds for me now, in the fullness of noon Rich charms that can never decay. SIXTY-SIX SILVER WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. Your charms and beauty increases With the passing of twenty-five years. The joy of your loving ne'er ceases. The days are all bringing new leases Of peace, that will not go to pieces, Nor be banished by sorrow or tears. Your life is as sweet as the nectar That distills in the roses of spring: In the battle of life you're a victor — Of my joys, chief source and director A help-mate divine, a protector. For me every blessing you bring. You're good as the essence of sweetness; You are patient, sunny and true: In appearance, the sum of all neatness — With a marvelous bump of discreetness. For twenty-five years an enchantress The most wonderful earth ever knew. Now, at our first silver wedding I'm sure the truth should be told: SIXTY-SEVEN Altho, we have seen some hard sledding As the maze of Life we've been treading. Judged by the joy you've been spreading. Your worth can't be measured by gold. Of all my dear lads, you're the Mother — Perfect Mother, and perfect as Wife : Tho my sons, they seem as a brother Each one just as fine as the other — As I chum with one, then another: You refine and enrich all my life. When we shall reach a gold wedding Some twenty-five years up the line. Joy-measures with you I'll be treading As out from that station we're heading Sweet smiles will your face be o'erspread- ing,— And still you'll be charming and fine. SIXTY-EIGHT TWENTY-SIXTH WEDDING ANNI- VERSARY. The charm of her glorious beauty Now hints at the fullness of noon. But really, she's still in her youth-time All laden with fragrance and bloom. For sweetness, earth holds none above her Her goodness seems almost divine. To know her, is surely to love her, — This wonderful woman of mine. For twenty-six years I have known her As sweetheart, as mother and wife. To me she brings riches and honor,— The glory and crown of my life. In her is combined all the graces In such a beautiful, wonderful way. That ever, at all times and places, Her presence turns night into day. SIXTY-NINE Full of mystery as nature's own moving New blessings each day she will bring: New forms and expressions of loving, — Heart-songs that she only can sing. So happy and hopeful Fm treking 'Mid pathways of infinite worth. With worry and trouble not recking For she makes a heaven on earth. TWENTY-SEVENTH WEDDING ANNI- VERSARY. Today Life's cup with Joy is full With blessings runneth over. For she who gave her heart and hand Is with me still (both sweet and bland ), I am a favored lover. Tho twenty-seven years have flown Since wedded bliss first blessed me Still, full for me the love lights shine SEVENTY In hazel eyes of Sweetheart, mine: Her voice and love yet rest me. She fills life's currents rich and strong As sun in mid-day splendor. All days are short when she is nigh And all the years slip quickly by, 'Neath a spell both sweet and tender. I can't grow old — she keeps me young This splendid wife and mother. I'll stay with her while life may last And with her still my fortune cast - In the next world, or some other. SEVENTY-ONE TWENTY-EIGHTH WEDDING DAY ANNIVERSARY. With every grace of mind and heart Possessed by human being: She brings no woe, creates no strife, She is the bloom and charm of life, A true and sweetly perfect wife, She is my blessing. A full-grown woman every way, Yet daily, hourly growing; She has an easy working plan To take a wayward, freaky man And help as only woman can. She is my blessing. For eight and twenty years agone She's kept my pulses thrilling; She is most fair of form and face And always sweet, without a trace Of grouch or gloom in any place, She is my blessing. SEVENTY-TIVO With half -shut eyes and puzzling look She often sets me guessing; I cannot tell from day to day Nor judge from past her future play, But I can truly, safely say, She is my blessing. So here's my prayer, my lovely wife. This August-May-Day Wedding; "Oh may you still be young and gay When a thousand years have passed away To keep me sweet and glad for aye,!' My all in all, sweet blessing. 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