THE GOLDEN WEDDING.
The day but not the bride is come, As in her blossom-time ; But golden licrhts sustain the home, She cherished in her prime. May we not call upon the band ? May we not ask the priest? Our golden wedding is at hand. And we shall hold the feast. But where is he in snow-white stole, Who the old service read, That made us one in heart and soul ? Long, long has he been dead. The bridesmaids clad in silken fold Who waited on the bride. Where are they now ? Their tale is told : Long, long ago they died. Where is the groomsman, chosen friend, The true, the well-beloved ? His terms, alas ! is at an end ; Too soon was he removed. v Where is the bride, all ! such a bride As every joy fortells ? I see her walking by my side, I hear the wedding bells. Where is she now ? That we should say She did not live to know How paaaed her silver wedding-day, So many years ago ! But come, and for your mother's sake, Though vain it were to weep, Let us the silent feast partake, Her golden wedding keep. —Magazine of Art.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2218, 25 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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197THE GOLDEN WEDDING. Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2218, 25 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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