The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1871-04-25
Times old Coach a Fast One.

Somo poet recently has sung,
No stopping of the wheel of time
She puts us through the shortest run,
And never stops to rest or dine.
1t may be so, then as we pass
This silvery mount of welded life,
In haste, I'll sketch the Boy and Lass,
We meet tonight as husband, wife.
But frst-two little cots see
Far off in the Green Mountain State,
Between them stood the willow tree,
Before them rose no costly gate.
'Tis true they were old-fashioncd cots,
But here we spent our childhood's days
And no two dearer lovclier spots
Can earth produce, for me to praise.
Each Christmas found our stockings up,
Each stocking was filled with candies, toy.
Thanksgiving brought us round to sup,
with pretty cousins, girls or boys
What glorious sport-slidng down hill,
Or catching minnows with pin-hook,
Or snowballing with Uncle Bill,
Or skating on the meadow brook,
That red-faced orphan girl see,
Who frolicked on her uncle's floor
Found friends indeed. Be this my plea,
That heaven shall give her many more.
Back through the long years of the past
| see most clearly-'tis no dream,
This happy pair before us, classed
Among the gay on Shoreham's green.
know you never can forget
Those good old-fashioned training DAYS.
Nor those kind ones so often met,
Nor those old-fashioned sports and plays.
Nor muster days, with all its fun,
Its Yankee Peddlers and its sights.
Its music, and its great big gun,
Its gingerbread, and brave sham fights.
v, cant you see the pedagogue
Who hogged you for your pranks so keer
Who climbed the old church lightning rod,
And played base ball upon the green?
know of One you cant forget,
That sweet girl at the Singing School;
You well remember when she let
You kiss her first at Spelling School,
Your plighted love can't be forgot
The happiest day of all your life,
Except the day when Hymen's knot
Forever made you man and wife.
Their love and friendship to declare;
They bless the bridegroom and the bride
And wish you joy double share.
Times ponies are urged and pressed
The old coach with its precious freight
IL hustled onward for the West,
And here we are, in Badger State
On, on, she goes DER mountain, vale,
And fa 81 nu;aGar
Each day she brings us news by mail,
Sometimes it is good, but often i'll.
On the old farm, where we were born,
To-day we're told that strangers tread,
One COZ is missing, one forlorn,
Long since, the willow tree was dead.
Where stood the old church, now the new,
But she has rung her mufiled bell
30 often for our friends that few
Are left of those we loved so we'll.
The old coach rushes on and on.
And as her wheels roll swiftly by
We stand appalled,, for, ah, anon,
Our children fade, friends say they die.
frothers and Sisters kind have fed
Our parents too have gone to rest
U, never tell us they are dead
But rather living with the blest.
How quick her wheels have brought aroun
This happy anniversary day,
And whilst our mirth and joy abound
1t matters not if we grow gray.
What if the vision weakens now,
Or frMnes grow thin from toll or care.
Let's try and show an honest brow
And glory in our silver hairs.
And now dear friends, we come this eve
As neighbors, friends, hasband and wife.
And as our friendly gifts we leave
We wish you joy and peace through life.
We know how dearly you will prize
Our offerings, but we've naught to boast,
The least gift, sure you'll not despise,
Of Love it may contain the most
As each shall run life's varied race,
Who'er we meet, if Pope or Sot
Wen recognize in every face
A brother, though we know him not.
This be our glory and our boast,
Whether we toll, preach, pray or Test,
That he who loves his neighbor most
Will surely serve his God the best
Kind friends let's all lesson take,
If we would have more happy lives,
Then let's live more for Others sake,
be bata husbands better wipes.