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A Small Tribute to Commemorate the Mercies of Fifty Years.
The passing of full fifty years
Since 'neath St. Michael's fane
The bridegroom in the blushing bride
A consort true did gain.
October's sky was sombre grey,
The earth was wrapp'd in mist,
But little car'd two hearts that day,
Made one in Cupid's tryst.
Methinks the sun his rays withdrew
And modestly retir'd
The fervour of that flame he knew
Those youthful hearts that fir'd.
The fitful breeze a moment stayd
Its gambols with the leaves
As softly round the bride it play'd,
And coy'd with silken sleeves.
And when behind the western hills
The autumn sun retir d,
Harmonious broke old Brenchley's bells
And hearty welcome fired.
And now all down those fifty years
Those strains are sounding still
That fell upon the list'ning ears
On lonely Picksett Hill.
For fifty years 'midst storm and shine,
So faithful and so true,
The vows before the sacred shrine,
Are ever fresh and new.
In sickness and in health to hold
On time's precar'ous tide,
So nobly kept that promise bold:
The bridegroom and the bride.
The rolling of those fifty years
Has heard the passing knell,
And seen the mother's scalding tears
Her bitter anguish tell.
But lighter did those sorrows press,
For loving hearts and true,
Found comfort in the fond caress
That love makes ever new.
And now as weary toilers they
Glide gently down life's stream,
The hazy sun's declining ray
Sheds soft its fitful beam.
The record of those fifty years,
On fading mem'ry seal'd,
Made up of transient joys and tears,
Sweet recollections yield.
And now as ev'ning shades fall fast,
And shadows Ionger grow,
And nearer comes the impending blast
Of wintry winds and snow
May heav'nly whispers softly glide,
And draw their hearts away:
The bridegroom and his loving bride,
To one eternal day;
Where passing time no more is known,
Nor weight of fifty years;
Th' glor'ous Bridegroom claims His own
And with His presence cheers.
E.S.P
October 28, 1905. |
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