Classic Poem

A year ago this day, my girl,
The clover told a thing to you,
Amid the stir and noisy whirl
Of wheels, as toward his home we flew;
And now you know how fond and true
The thing the clover said to you.

With modest mirth and girlish grace,
You took the gift and lightly smiled;
You pressed it softly to your face,
(What wonder that the flower grew wild!)
And now, in thought, again we trace,
The clover bloom, the girlish grace.

Over the self-same road again
You journey, — yours the homeward way;
And bright upon that Western plain
The nodding clover smiles to-day;
And still, though not in lightsome play,
It has a blessed thing to say.

Still waves the clover in the sun,
And whispers near the whirring track:
" Two lives are floating into one,
Two travellers are speeding back.
God bless them both till Heaven is won,
And bless the love in bloom begun! "