The Newtown bee., 1892-01-22

In youthful days, to pleasure given, roaming
 OCT the fields, Among the flowers and ripping brooks, each
 their pleasure yields; In golden years we gather fruit, the golden
 fruit of age, And write the lesson Life has taught, on
 Lies historic page. The tale is writ In many lines, of how the
 life begun, or what has passed in years gone by, of how
 the race was run, Of all that brought us joy and peace, of that
 which gave us pain, Of all the golden sunshine, of all the leaden
 rain. The book of Life's mystery, 8 wonder,
 when 'tis read, From birth through Time, 1t reaches down
 among the dead; It tells the tale of pleasure, 1t tells the tale of
 woe, It tells the souls rejoicing, it tells what none
 should know. It tells of all the secrets hidden in the past, It tells of all the blessings come from first to
 last, It tells of deeds of charity, of heart and hand
 bestowed, many acts of kindness to tighten Labor's
 lOau. It tells us how in plighted troth, two hearts
 can beat one, Fifty golden happy years, or till their work
 be done. It tells lesson all may heed, of duty and of
 love, That in obedience to His will all may meet
 above. This day of which we celebrate, the golden tie
 Of youth, Speaks lesson all should heed one of noble
 truth. Filial duty, trust and love, the sum ot sacred
 tie, Can be true and constant, there is no reason
 why. Of all the friends who gather here in greeting
 on this day, Few who saw the plighted troth, the rest Oh
 where are they? Death has come to claim his own, the grave
 the tale to tell The story Life has taught us all, yes. taught
 all so well. Few there be to ring the bells, the fifty gold
 bells, The evening bells of welded lite, or feel what
 they foretell There be but few who ever know the fullness
 of this joy, When ring the bells, those evening bells so
 holy, yet so coy. Oh ring them long, loud and well, ring them
 to the end, Ring that all the world may know the joy that
 they portend, Ring the scarlet blush of shame, upon unfil-
 ial trust, Ring the glow of happiness, on all that's good
 and just. Oh. may the days they count, beyond this
 golden day of Life, Guide them smoothly. peacefully on beyond
 this vale of strife. Sing aIsong in sweetest lays, ot Lite's redeem
 ing love, The song ot golden promise. celestial songs
 above. Of whom we write, we know, known them
 long and well. In friendship. many 8 kindness, the story
 might we tell, Though past, 'tis not forgot, remembrance
 ever dear, Silent thought in fullness brings the silent When all was dark and dreary, dark and void
 of cheer, The homeless found welcome, a welcome
 ever here. The heart and hand untolded; few are prone
 to do Unto others doing, ye would they do to
 you. Kind friends in heart, we greet thee, in body though away, In spirit ever near thee, this golden wedding
 day; In friendships handclasp ever remember us
 who write, .. And may these lines, though homely, keer
 remembrance bright. To those who gather here today, to com
 memorate the past; Oh, make the day pleasure, enjoy the rich
 repast, Then gather round the festive board, let
 every heart give place To some refreshing episode, to brighten every There's many scenes on Memory's page since
 the bridal day, To lend its mirth and beauty, to shed a glad
 some ray, To make this golden day of Life happy one
 for each, To drink it's health forever, for the lessons it
 may teach. These lessons serve, in modest way, to teach
 the coming youth That the VOW or Wedded l1fes sacred vow
 in truth Little needed, comes the pain; when treated
 as toy, Life is robbed of all its sweets, it's pleasures,
 all it's joy. Then once again, Oh ring the bells, for joy
 that's ever rife. The evening bells of golden age, of home the
 joy of life. This golden wedding day now past, Oh! lift
 the heart in praise To "Him" who doeth all things well, and
 peace be all thy days.
 I'D. c. Wells. Dear cousins, loved, though we are tar away. We greeting send this anniversary day. If we were angels and, at will, could roam. Wed soon be with you at your hillside home. But we are mortals and we have no wings, But cling to earth and all earthly things; Yet Thought can fly, and thus we'll wing the
 air, So give us welcome, for we'll sure be there. Just fifty years Of life have passed away, Since we gave greeting on your wedding day; How much of Lifes ambitions, hopess and Have found grave within these passing