The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1881-06-25
SELECT POETRY.
THE GOLDEN WEDDING.



Wake up, wifr.-the black cloak of Nigh,
| begins to fade,
And far in the east the Morning his kitchen
fire has made:
| And he is heating red hot his stove Of iron
gray,
And stars are winking and blinking before
! the light o day.
Mind you what l was doin', just fifty years
agone"-
| Erushin' my Sunday raiment, an putin
my best looks on:
Clothin myself in courage, 50 none my
fright would see;
An my coward heart within, the while was
pounding to get free.
| Ten mile wood an bramblr, an three mile
field an dew,
In the cold smile of morning | walked to
| marry you:
No horse had but my wishe>-nn pilot but
star:
But my boyish heart il fancic,I it heard you
from afar.
SO through the woods hurried. an through
the grass an dew,
An little | thought o firing, the whole Of
my journey through:
Things ne'er before nor after do so Il man re-
jcice,
As on the day lie marries the woman of his
choice.
And then our country wedding-brimful of
grief an glce,
With every one a,pettin' an jiokin' you an
me:
The good cheer went and came wife. rs it
sometimes has done
When clouds have chased each other across
the summer sun.
There was your good old father, dressed up
in weddin' shape.
With all the homespun tinery that he could
rake an Scrape:
And your dear hearted mother, the sunlight
OF whose smile
ShUne through the showers of tear-drouS
that stormed her face the lille:
AIS" your sisters an brothers, who hardly
seemed To know
How they could scare up courage To | ct
their sister 90:
An cousins an School-house comrades,
dressed up in meetin trim,
With one of them a-sulkin' because it
wasn't him:
An there was the good old parson his neck
all dressed in white,
y bunch q texts in his left eve Il hymu-
book i'll his right:
I'm the parson' virgin daughter, plain an >
severely pure,
Who hoped we should he happy, but wasn't
exactly sure
And there was the victualS, seasoned with
kind regards m love,
And holly wreathS with breaStpins of rubieS
up above:
An there was my heart a-wonderin' as how
such things could be,
An there was the world before us, an there
was you and me.
Wake up, wife. that gold bird the sun, has
come in sight,
And on tree-top perches to take his daily
flight.
He is not old and feeble. an he will sail
away,
AS he has done so often since fifty years
to day.
You know there's company coming-our
daughters an our sons:
There's John and James, and Lucy, an all
their little ones:
And Jennie, she will he here. who i'll her
grave doth lie
Crowded company ever can come from out
the sky)
And SAM am not certain as lie will come
They say he is a black sheep-the widest of
the lot,
Before 4 son 5 diShunor, Il fathers love
stands dumb:
But still, somehow or other, hope that
Sam will come.
The tree bends down its branches 10 its chill
lren from above
The son is lord of the father. and rules him
with his love:
And he will Ger be longed for, though far
they be apart
For the drop of blood he carries, that came
from he father heart
Wake You WIFI the loud sun has rut,$r,! he
sweet Daylight.
And She has dressed herself mp III red and
yellow and white:
She. has dressed herself for Ms wiic-for our
wr.ldin day once more
\ nj my soul to-day is younger than ever il
was before.