The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-03-19
A POEM.
Written by j, 7, LAspMAN, and read at the
ehrystal wedding OF Mr. Mrs, +. r. Fuller,
March Q, 1855,

What varied tastes and planings people show
In coming to conclusions here below
While some dive deep in folly's boundless sea,
A few prefer their JOY from honor's tree,
In gambling halls, by folly's midnight lamp,
A multitude their moral nature cramp
Transgression's ways will prove curse at last
And leave its vot'res in the meshes fast,
The mau6lin, poisonous waves of liquor roll
With deadly force DER many captive soul,
Though snakes and devils occupy the cup,
They're pleased to drink the cursed poison up.
And others, yet, the golden calf adore;
That tickle sod they worship DER and DER.
With wealth, they pave an easy way to woe,
And let the priceless gems Of heaven go,
Again, renown and power some lives control,
And fill each crevice of the sordd soul.
Let warriors, rulers, live for VIC
Wen give no heed 10 such ane
Ten thousands in the lap Of pie;
And, like the moth around the
Excesses rule in such world as
And millions choose to Gull the Pc.
The bachelor seeks his JOY in Fl
He dare not trust himself
charms,
Of clubs, and liberty he fondl,
And thoughts on welded bon
But let msogamist enjoy his
And pity, as he walks his lone
No doubt, he sometimes mo
choice,
While listening TO some won .l ..
The old maid we love, but pity so her lite:
Though free from welded clash. and storm,
and strife; rr,
Perhaps she feels little conscience smitten,
If ere she gave decent man the mitten.
Why should she not? For at creations morn,
For mans companion, mother Eve was born.
She thwarts, somewhat, her wiser makers
plan,
Who willfully declines TO have man.
II is not good foi man to be alone;
Especially in this bleak and snowy zone:
And should no other evil cross his path,
Ills warmest love might freeze, and turn to
wrath.
1t is not good for woman, bear in mind,
70 cross her makers eminent design,
And sail, alone, the stormy sea of life;
When made to be noble, loving wife
Mid toll and disappointment here on earth.
There's nothing like sweet home to give US
mirth.
Love, ike the sun, our ragged way illumes;
And what will thrill the heart like loves per-
fumes?
Love, like the dew, will weary hearts refresh,
And break the threads of base temptation S
mesh:
Love, SO unselfsh, dries the falling tears,
And chases far away our gathering fears.
Twas love like this that made this couple one
lis fife en- years since this new life began.
They were, no doubt by cupid's arrow shot,
And by the wiley archer, captive, caught
His sentence was now, all your mortal life,
You must be chained together, man and wife.
One son alone has crowned the nuptial tie:
They only add. when God said multiply
But. whether fault, or only sad neglect,
We'll not withhold a jot of our respect
However good in past or future days,
We will not sing to erring mortal's praise.
We know them, love them, wish them joy and
peace;
We hope their joys map ever more increase:
And yet, we love ourselves little more,
And should, perhaps, our selishness deplore.
More pleased to give, than to receive, you
know;
| And then bit of selfshness we show.
Though small our gifts, our sympathy is great
And yet it seems crooked thing to state.
We, also, pity, Tor we know how green
Some people feel when wedding guests con-
vene;
But toll ard care will greenness wear away,
And fit them for better wedding day.