Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1882-05-05
WAITING.

Ican't believe my wedding day was fifty years
rraqol
This Is tho second day of march, The clock is
ticking slow;
The sun shines In across the room. Just SEQ
1cah't tIS remember half of them who nod so
pleasantly.
1 like to watch the busy things. There's one
that's tried and tried
To break string the children tied around n
How SsT aia he Ta9 pnlls III Il with his pcaki Now he
has flown away.
SO II was fifty years agol It doesn't soem 30
long.
I've felt my agc moro this last year, and yet
1 don't do much about tho house, but stlll
know what's done;
1know as we'll what's going on rs Jane or any
one.
Jane frets me dreadfully sometimes, and yet
she always kind,
She helps ms when there Is no need and has me
ON her mind;
She needn't think I'm past all use or that I'm
I'VE over missed my footing yet, though I'm
go old and oil.
But things don't seem 70 take my mind that
happon nowadays.
I like the folks used to know; keep old
1hSntOneu ways,
Tread the Psalms and Book OF John, and find
tn m always new;
And Q n knit, but can't sow same Us used
to do.
The young folks think they understand Just
how to manage life;
We old folks pity them; we've learnt Its
change, and loss, and strife.
Life Is a fight, tell'you plain, 1t doesn't como
to hnnd
Just as yon want to have 1t come, or Just MS
YOU have planned.
Ifyou'd foretold me how it's been through all
/ Ishond have 6sen discouraged and had no lack
of feurs,
somehow I've had strength
That's come to me with every day oil through
my whole lifes length.
started fair my wedding day, for my dear
man was kind
And always pleasant spoken; we were mostly
OF course, W had our fallings out but nothing
that would last;
Italways was my fault, for 1 was young and
spoke too fast
And John, you see, was older by some ten
r. years than j.
At first was afraid OF him when we kept COM
He wis nsort of man on whom you felt you
Could'depend,
But very quiet in his ways. His mother was n
Friend.
My hardest time was whom he died. 1t seemed
to me twas wrong
The Lord should take him out of life and let
me drug along
As best could, with little means and all my
children small,
Just when we seemed to see our way and get
ahead at all.
ButGod knows best. If It had been my life
had suite me;
If j had had an easy time and not known pow
prfy,
should nave been a Eighty thing without a
turned my hand to everything--to knit or
build fence.
There weren't the folks to call on then that
could get to-day.
For help was scarce, the farms were few, and
I'd no IN ans to pay.
went to work with nil my might and tried my
But lean tell you many night rvecried my.
self to sleep.
Iknow the Lord has prospered mo. I've done
the best could,
And I've stood In my lot and place as anybody
should.
The farmland some forks would have sold ]
held, because 1 knew
Some day 'twould be good property, and all
my hopes come true.
I've parted with it piece by piece-you see tht
Just us John always said it would. If Other
folks had known
And had the foresight that he hadl Instead
How l should never get along unless the farm
was sold.
My boys grew fast md soon took hold, ant
then my way was plain,
For all the money they had cost they soor
brought back again;
And like u busy hive OF bees We were from
morn till night;
We had our health, the Lord be thanked! and
that made work seem light.
The children all have settled down in good
homes of their own,
Excepting Jane, and but for her 1 should be
left alone;
She had her chances, too, but then she's moi
the marrying kind:
couldn't do without her now, I'm glad she
stayed behind.
I'm glad I'm mistress of my house; the chill
dren often say
must break up, that Jane and were bettei
With some of them, for I'm so old and James
But won't listen to their plans; I've mads
myown too long.
My life seems like book that's read and pu
up on the shelf;
1used TO be hurrying round; Idon'tfeel like
Sometimes I'm tired of keeping still, want tc
b. at work;
soc so many things to Go, and don't like Il
shirk.
fused to have to toll and plan, and now 1 hav,
TO wait,
And Isuppose mustn't fret, but in futur,
state
shall be sure to find my place and be some
use again,
For there we still shall servo the Lord-th,
Scripture says it plain.
So it's my golden wedding day, though W,
have been apart
For forty years, and yet John knows that ht
has kept my heart,
And know that h. looks for me and waits fol
me to come;
I've tried To do the best could-and here O,
- there it's homer
Sarah o. Je,Uett, IN Our Continent.