The Newtown bee., 1909-07-16

 We care not for the broken spar, The mast and ship are worthy yet I To breast the deep, and clear the bar, | EoWe'er the breakers foam and fret From mast to mast, unreef the sail, And swing the fOretop-gallant high! Throw out the mainsheet to the gale And let the after spanker fly. From yard to yard, from bow to stern, Put flags and streamers out, where they,
 Anon may laugh, and sigh, and yearn, As in the fitful breeze they play. And there are flowers, and fruitful rice, To shower and pelt the pair, and song, And jubilee, and music, thrice To speed their blissful bark along.
  In retrospect methinks I hear, The time this happy pair was wed, Above the merriment, and cheer, Methinks I hear it plainly said, There comes the swain in farmers rig, With stove pipe hat, and reddish hair Curled up behind? He feels as big As any man, I'll bet, or pair, As he recalls the trysting spot, The one, where loves first kiss was
 won:" The place not yet by him forgot, Nor how the valiant deed was done. Now all is ready-tnere the maid And swain, in expectation wait, The while the notes of music fade To silence at the nuptial gate. The music, and the whispering voice Of theirl assembled friends gre still: The wilt thou answered, and the
 choice
 Of two made one, by the q will" Go forth, ye twain. in wedlock bound! Keep faith against the Wiles of time. And whether veal, or grief be found, Keep faith, in evening as in prime, Till one whose lot it is, shall say The final Word. adteu, adieu! Yet still keep faith, for OCT the bay Of death, thy comrade waits for you.
  o marriage bark, thy voyage renew In future days, in every cllme Where loyal mates shall guide. thee
 through
 The shoals, and OCT the reefs of time. Sail on, through all the storms of life, Our hope and faith, are bound in thee! Sail on, no ruthless hand, nor strife, Shall wreck thy voyage upon the sea Sail on, when bright the morning star Is glim'ring on the Eastern sea! Sail on, when Hesper shining far Is Nesting o CT the vesper lea, For on thy deck, and in thy hold, Are all the treasures of the home! Each pilgrim heart unto thy fold Returns, where'er the feet may roam. A friend contributed these quotations in honor of the anniversary:
 To the Bride:
 She is mine own And I as rich in having such jewel AS twenty seas if all their sands were pearl, The waters nectar and the rocks pure
 gold!
 Shakespeare. True love is but a humble, low-born
 thing And hath its food served up in earthen It is a thing to walk with hand in
 hand Through the every-dayness of this
 work-day world. A simple, fireside thing, whose quiet
 smile Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a
 home.
 GJames Russell Lowell With fifty years between you and your
 well kept wedding VOW, The Golden Age. old friends of mine.
 is not fable now, And sweet as has life's vintage been Through all your pleasant past Still, as at Cana's marriage feast, The best wine is the last! May many more of quiet years Be added to your sum And late at last in tendcrest love, The Reckoning Angel come. Dear hearts are here, dear hearts are
 there Alike, below, above, Our friends are now in either world, And love is sure of love. -.....-
 -[Whittier.