The Newtown bee., 1889-05-10
Apple blossoms! Apple blossoms, Dainty pink, and dainty white, Blessings shower down upon me.
 Strew my path with flowers bright.
To Rev and Mrs H. L. Wheeler on the 10th anai-
 versary of their marriage, May 2, 1889.

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 versary of their marriage, May 2, 1889. Congratulations let me send. From wild Atlantic's waye-washed strand; Good wishes, full and numberless As those same waves that touch the land. This dear old ocean seems to me A fitting emblem Of your life; Sometimes so beautiful and still, Then storm m-tossed, fin tumultnous strife. So, oft your days have glided past, Serenely bright without cloud; Then Sorrows storms and Troubles waves Have ragged like angry pillows loud. But whether clear or overcast, Your trust in God has wavered ne'er; You've seen His hand in bright events And felt it when engulfed by care. These forty years! They take me back To blessed Childhood's golden days When first knew your happy home And learned to love your pleasant ways. But oh, how changed that home is now! How quiet all around the place! look in vain tor thoughtful Frank And Georges merry smiling face. Those sons grew up to Mans estate And then they both were summoned hence, Leaving your stricken hearts to say, "Mysterious is Providenee." A delicate and lovely plant Was placed within your home, one day; You watched its budding beauty rare And scarce remembered it was clay. But, ere it blossomed, God recalled The bud he kindly lent to you; It was too sweet a thing for earth,- A blossom fit for angels view. In Gods fair garden of the skies, All safely shielded from Earth's sin, Perhaps it first will greet your eyes When you the pearly gates go in. little grandson filled the place Left vacant by the baby boy And blest your home for many years And was at once its light and joy.
 But, like his father, when you hoped His manhood's strength would supplement The weakness of declining years,
 Again with grief your hearts were rent. You watched his life ebb slow away That precious life you treasured so;
 You never will forget the day
 With cruel Death you saw him go.
 Oh! Life has hours that try mems souls
 And show the gold of which they're made;
 In all such trials, you've stood firm
 And realized Gods promised aid.
 Now, peacefully your lives flow on,
 Cheered by loving daughters care;
 So may they glide, till, ripe in years, You pass away to mansions fair,
 And wear the robe and starry crown
 And meet the loved of days gone by
 And sing, with them, the triumph song,
 "Oh Death, where is thy victory"
 While sending greetings glad to you,
 I think of that dear honored pair,
 Quietly sleeping side by side,
 Whose graves you keep with tenderest care
 And fancy, if our loved ones gone,
 Ever return and with us meet
 Their spirits hover OCT you now And mingle with the friends you greet. 'Imagination," Do you say? Well, this sweet thought I surely know
 They joyous welcomes have for you,
 If greetings they may not bestow: And, better than a wedding day, o'erlooking forty years on earth, Win be the Lambs great wedding feast, ' When you shall know the heavenly birth. Sincerely yours, MARY BANGS PLATT.