Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1881-06-29
VOL. 55--WH0LE NO. 2,72S.
THE GOLDEN WEDDING.

Wake up, wife the black cloak of Night begin.
| to fade,
And far in the east the Morning his kitchen FIRE
has made
And he is heating red-hot bis stove Of iron gray
And stars arc winking aud blinking before the
light o. day.
Mind you what was doin' Justify year gone p
Bru'hin my Sunday raimsnt, an putin my best
looks on
clothin' myself 10 courage, 50 none my fright
could see;
An my coward heart within, the while, was
pounding to get free.
Ten mile wood an bramble, an three mile field
an dew,
In the cold smile Of morning walked to marry
you;
No horse had l but my wishss-no pilot but a
star;
But my bOyish heart it fanciei it heard you from
aiar.
So through the woods hurried, an through the
grass an dew,
An little thought O. tring, the whole Of my
journey through
Thinks ne'er before nor after DO 80 man rejoice,
As on the day he marries the woman of his ch oiee
And then our country wedding-brimfal o. grief
an glee,
With every one a.pettin' an jokin' you an me I;
The good cheer went and came, wife, as it some
times has done
When clouds have chased each ether across III @
Summer sun.
There was your good old father, dressed up in
weddn' shspe
With all the homespun 6nery that be could rake
And your dear-hearted mother, the sunlight Of
whose smile
shone through the showers of tear. drops that
stormed her face the while.
Also your sisters an brothers, who hardly seemed
How they could scare up courage to let their sis
ter go;
An cousins an sehool-housc 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.
bunch O. texts in his left eye, hymn book 10
his right;
An the parsohs virgin daughter, plain and Sc
vorely pure,
Who hoped we should be happy, but wasn't ex-
aelly sure.
And there was the yic,uLls, seasoned with kind
CARDS an love-
And holy wreatbs 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 lun, has come
10 sight
And on tree-iop perehes to take his daily aght.
He is not old and feeble, an be will sail away,
As be has done 80 often since fifty years to-day
You know there's company comiug-our daugh-
ters an our sons;
There's John, and james, and Lucy, an all their
little ones;
And Jennie, she will be here, who 10 her grave
doth lie,
Provided company ever can come from out the
sky.
And sam--I am not certain as be will come, or
not;
They say he is black sheep-tho widest Of the
Before sons dlshonor, fathers loves stands
dumb
But still, somehow or other hope that Sam will
come.
The tree bends down, its branches to ts chill |
dren from above
The son is lord Of the father, and rules him with
And he will e'er be lOngcd for, though far they
be apart,
For the drop Of blood he carries, that came from |
tho fathers heart.
MaEe you, vile the loud sun has reused the
. e"nve uaJ "Bnp ~
And she has dressed herself up in red and yellow
and whitej
She has dressed herself for us, wife-lor our we'd
din day once more
And my soul to-day is Younger than ever IL was
before.
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