The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1869-11-27
The Golden Hours.


We have been reminded of the many
golden hours of life by seeing the Roman
Numerals upon the dial plate of " our town
clock"
There are many golden hours in our lives,
and as the hands of time goes around our
dial plates we forget them unless some little
circumstance calls up the hours of days in
the long ago.
There are the golden hours of our baby
life, when our mother rocked the cradle in
which was sweetly sleeping her first-born,
her baby boy.
There was the golden hours when we first
began to toddle about, stepping from chair
to chair, and with wondering mind and open
eyes, wondering what the many things we
saw were for. Examining the beautiful
pictures upon the wall, the book case, with
its great row of books, some with gilt bind
ings and some clad in russet, strong and
lasting.
There was golden hours when we first be-
gan to talk and could lisp the names OF ma
ma and papa, and see the glow of delight
which shone from eyes which was full of
love for the baby boy.
Those were golden hours when we first
learned the A, r, G, and could spell words
of two syllables.
There were golden hours when we first
put on the red-topped boots, wore pants and
crowned our head with a nice new hat just
| like the men wore.
There were golden hours when we first
took by the hand our little play-mates from
over the street, the golden-haiFed Fannie,
the brown-eyed Bessie, or blue-eyed Bonnie
| Bell.
There were golden hours when we went
wandering down through the lanes, out into
the open field, gathering bright and beauti-
full flowers from hedge and nook and hill
and bank Of the purling stream that ran
through the meadow and finding It's way
through the deep shady woods beyond Gid
ed on to the deep river which runs to the
sea.
Those were golden hours when we bound
these flowers n few years later into gar.
the beautiful Louise
Those were golden hours when we went
out into the world and saw the wonderful
works of men, their steamboats, on broad
river and sea, their ships on the great ocean
} their vast machine shops, magnificent build.
ings, all evidences of liberty and wealth,
comfort and prosperity on every hand
Those were golden hours of ours wher
we had given to US bright silver dollar, and
it was all our own. Oh what heaps o.
good things we expected to purchase, what
a world Of toys to decorate our play houses
what nice candies we could get at the shop
just over the way.
! Those were golden hours when we had
! just finished our education at college, and
the old Prof" had handed us our Diplo
ma :" all tied around with blue ribbons
and the great big red seal of the college
stamped at the bottom opposite the name:
of the President and Trustees and oul
name endorsed thereon in great big letters
We feel then as if there was golden hour,
still ahead, name to win, fame to reach
: and with our hands reaching out we could
almost point to the summit upon the dia
plate of time
Those were golden hours when we frs
learned to love our Father in Heaven, to re
peat His Holy name, to thank Him witt
our prayers upon Bonded knee for the many
, blessings, the many golden hours, meetec
out to sinners such as we.
Those were golden hours when we frs
went gypsng, " long time ago " with beauti
full girls and brave men, each with his part
ner side by side, our hearts light and hap
. py; life full of sunshine, words of love pass
: ing and repassing from pair to pair, anc
turns of affection for many a long, long year
Those were golden hours when we frs
gained our majesty and put our vote into the
ballot box We became then and there {
: part and parcel of the government and one
more voter to sustain free speech, fire,
! press and free form of government
Yes many are the golden hours of life
) many dial plate in memory's locket is stored
! with the golden hours of the long. long ago
We all can call up the brightest hours o
childhood, the sunny hours of life in oul
t advanced years, and if we Will only consid
7, er our ways We can gather many a happy
hour in thinking over the golden hours OF
D the dial plate of life,