For a Silver Wedding
TWENTY-FIVE years since! That morn in May
Dearest, seems near as yesterday
Hallowed by love and sacred sorrow;
So be our years till life's downward light
Fades in the dusk, so pure and brief,
In which Faith reaches her hand to Grief
And scarce the Mourner has sighed — " 'tis night! "
Than Angels cry — " 'tis morrow! "
Dearest, seems near as yesterday
Hallowed by love and sacred sorrow;
So be our years till life's downward light
Fades in the dusk, so pure and brief,
In which Faith reaches her hand to Grief
And scarce the Mourner has sighed — " 'tis night! "
Than Angels cry — " 'tis morrow! "
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