Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1881-06-16
VOLUME III.
The Golden Wedding.

AAAo UVAUVA HOuAAMSs
Wake up, wifel-the black cloak of Night be.
gins 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 I was doin, just fifty years
agone?-
Brushin my Sunday raiment, an putin my
best looks on;
Clothin' myself in courage, so 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 but my wishes-no pilot but a
slar;
But my boyish hear it fancied it heard you
from afar.
the grass an dew,
An little thought o. firing. the whole of my
journey through;
Things ne'er before nor after do SO man re-
joice,
As on the day he marries the woman of his
choice.
And then our country wedding brimful 0
grief an glee,
With every one a-pettin' an jokin' you an me;
The good cheer went and came, wife, as it some
times 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 fnery that he could
rake an scrape:
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 to know
How they could scare up courage to let their
-~-- sister Sc;
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,
bunch o texts in his left eye, ahymn-book in
his right;
An the parsons virgin daughter, plain and se-
verely pure,
Who hoped we should be happy, but wasn't ex-
actly sure.
And there was the victuals, seasoned with kind
regards an 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 a 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 daugh-
ters an our SONS;
There's John, and James, and Lucy, an all
their little ones;
And Jennie she will be here, who in her grave
doth lie
Prov ided company ever can come from out
the sky;
or not;
They say he is black sheep-the widest OF
the lot
Before sons dishonor fathers loves stands
dumb;
But still, somehow or other, hope that Sam
viii come;
The tree bends down its branches to its chill
dren from above
The son is lord of the father, and rules him
with his love;
And he will e'er be longed for, though far they
be apart,
For the drop of blood he carries, that came
from the.father's heart.
Wake you, wifel the loud sun has reused the
sweet daylight,
And she has dressed herself up in red and vel
low and white;
She has dressed herself for us, wife-for our
weddin' dsy once more
And my soal to-day is younger than ever it was
before.
VII Carleton. in Harper's Weekly.