YOUR Golden Wedding! -- fifty years Of comradeship, through smiles and tears! Through summer sun, and winter sleet, You walked the ways with willing feet; For, journeying together thus, Each path held something glorious. No winter wind could blow so chill But found you even warmer still In fervor of affection -- blest In knowing all was for the best; And so, content, you faced the storm And fared on, smiling, arm in arm. But why this moralizing strain Beside a hearth that glows again As on your @3Wooden@1 wedding-day? -- When butter-prints and paddles lay Around in dough-bowls, tubs and churns, And all such "woodenish" concerns; And "woodenish" they are -- for now Who can afford to keep a cow And pestle some old churn, when you Can buy good butter -- "golden," too -- Far cheaper than you can afford To make it and neglect the Lord! And round your hearth the faces gleam That may recall, as in a dream, The brightness of a time when @3Tin@1 Came glittering and clanging in And raising noise enough to seize And settle any swarm of bees! But those were darling times, no doubt, -- To see the mother pouring out The "tins" of milk, and tilting up The coffee-pot above each cup; Or, with the ladle from the wall, Dipping and serving mush for all. And @3all@1 the "weddings," as they came, -- The @3"Glass,"@1 the @3"China,"@1 -- still the same You see them, till the last ere this, -- The @3"Silver,"@1 and your wedded bliss Abated not! -- for love appears Just silvered over with the years: -- Silver the grandchild's laugh you hear -- Silver his hopes, and silver-clear Your every prayer for him, -- and still Silver your hope, through good and ill -- Silver and silver everywhere, Bright as the silver of your hair! But on your @3Golden@1 Wedding! -- Nay -- What can I give to you to-day Who am too very poor indeed To offer what I so much need? If gold I gave, I fear, alack! I'd needs provide you gave it back, To stay me, the long years before I'd stacked and heaped five dollars more! And so, in lieu -- and little worse -- I proffer you this dross of verse -- The merest tinsel, I admit, -- But take it -- I have more of it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER |