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And so 't would be should life run on A hundred years instead of one; Such love can never lose on earth The sweetness of its heavenly birth.
Such love was never born to die,
Y dearest love! I thank my God
For giving thee to me, A daily spring of household joy,
Through all my life to be.
When Adam married Eve, he found
His paradise undone;
Was only so begun.
For Eve's control in Adam's sphere,
The price was Eden lost; But now, through woman's sweet command,
His sons recover cost.
The silver line of Eve's dear life,
From Eden turned away, Made a celestial pilgrimage
Of every toilsome day.
They wandered forth, a pair perplext
Of children in the wood, Their work of love, their wealth of time,
How little understood!
Their dowry was a thousand years
Of mingled joy and pain, Appointed so, through faith and hope,
Love's Eden to regain.
In penitential faith and prayer,
From youth to age they grew, The primal sinners of this world,
The first believers too.
Great cycles of Eonic time
Were given to them for praise, Centennial anniversaries
Of lovers' wedding days.
A quarter of a century,
In their connubial bliss, Was but a little honeymoon's
But we are pressed by heavy laws
Of briefness and decay,
Before life wears away.
Their golden wedding, in the age
Of post-diluvian men, Brings bride and bridegroom to the verge
Of threescore years and ten.
Dear wife! be scores or centuries
To our communion given,
He will perfect in heaven.
Our golden wedding shall be there
Before his glorious face; The bride, the bridegroom, and the guests
Transfigured by his grace.
LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. C. ON HER TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY, BY HER VERY DEAR FRIEND, MISS PHOEBE CARY.
HE fourth of a century swift has gone,
With its sad and its joyous hours,
And wore the orange flowers.
And rich in honor and in truth
As when you were his bride,
Is your lover, friend, and guide.
And sweeter for your hours of bliss,
Stronger for grief and tears,
Through all your changing years.
So with the crowns of silver hair
That now your brows adorn,