Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-07-03
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az BENZ. f. TAYLOR.

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p !Senty-one and loves Of age, i y
T 1as lost his wings and gained his eyes,
Looks up and sees the azure skies. g..
He's safe to stay while abide,
His time for flight forever past, li q -.fi I
'Twillsbe we three whnte'er betide, . ~
) While roses blow and Hlacs. last.
No bankrupt firm is this of ours,
But rich as June in SUNS and showers.
Bring out the ledger! Every thing = :
That men call gains shall be for sale
Ay, let them go for what they'll bring,
Wen keep our losses till we fall
OF old when Judah's children wed,
They pledged their faith in crimson wine,
Then broke the crystal as they said
-, :" No lips shall touch its BRINE but mine!
This shall no meaner love profane ~
The shattered symbol fell like rain.
None stoOped to pick the fragmsnts up-s
Behold, One1o had crowned the cup
d. No matter Where the goblet WENT
And 50, my wife, in ,Judahis way =
We've drank Efe's golden draught of vino,
81 S11sl s I u ; + g 8
HOW rich and grand this Firm has grown. -
The flock of clouds we always keep ( ~ -
Are marked with rainboyvs everyone.
We know our own celestial sheep
That ahrong the blue and Craze the sun;
'Tis fine to see them trooping home,
Their fleeces tangled thick with stars; -, =
Tis ino to watch them as they come z--f
And wait at Evenings golden bars;
Their Shadows fall upon our way
Is if old Night had walked by day
And left her footprints as she went
Some look like graves of friends that died,
Whose sunken mounds the sward indent, =
OF babe and gallant bridegroom's bride,
OF golden tress and silver hair,-
And some like hopes our hearts have shed,
That fell as leaves in autumn air,
And crush beneath our thoughtful tread. =
Dear Wife, we have no clouds to sell-ftNr{
They, mako the sunshine shoto 30 well!
An angel troop this Firm commands,
A score and one they stand in line, 4
And swing aloft in radiant hands =
score and one of Ewes divinei
And chrsnSs mxse efs It's with 6iess tsico
That bring us all, by mystic spe1 Dis,
In kissing range of Paradis Il - Z
My Wife, we would not give thenn mn - 80
To mend again the shatte ,red cup,
The warm and .,,,sfi,,,, Sr;Sss 81 J,ms
Are ranged alo' ,g like notes in tunes, -.
VA anu .,,s keel 1ur hearts in rytliinie rhyme.
We S 1wn scoreof belffied towers - - = -
Mnt - bird-like Wishes, bred and born,
are stnging songs-those birds are ours
NO count our twentieth New Years Morni
No birds to sell, nor songs nor chimes,
Wen keep them all till harder timesl
We have some castles gray and grand = Is
That cloud1ess suns do shine upon;
Along their halls retainers stand
And speak Castilian every one.
HODO0y O1ee WHO UNel1etn I1efess
They have cline where tempests swoon,
No graves to make, no empty chair
And Christmas in the month of June ~ :;
III make the deeds-youn sign them sure,
And castles twelve we'll give the poor Z
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We've had a wealth of dreams as rife .
As corn along the bladed West,
We have them still in broider'd life,
Like flowers upon wedding vest.
There comes little sounder sleep,
There comesaricher flush ee dawn,
Till then wen keep our hocks of sheep,
No castle, cloud or angel gone.
Down flag of redi Well make no sale,
But hold our losses till we fail!
To make all sure my viii behold:
"To Her who kept this Firm alive
now bequeath my clouds of gold,
My angel choir, my castles five,
Ay score of belfries, all my sheep,
Tho fragments Of the sculptured vase,
TO have and hold and ever keep!"
And yet I've done no act of grace,
They all are yours, but whose are you?
freely give and keep them too.