Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1910-04-27
Lines by George Bush Written for 50th
Marriage Anniversary of George w.
Twombly and Caroline Allbee.

Marriage Anniversary of George w.
Twombly and Caroline Allbee.
The fifty years we're viewing now,
Of scenes of life remembered well,
Must fill the soul with joy, trow,
And make patriots bosom swell.
Look how this widespread land of
ours
Is traversed by the Iron Steed,
How cities great, raise up their towers,
Where buffalo did roaming feed.
Look how the Red Men then we fought
Have left their war paint, now, for
peace,
And by our government are taught
To thus their usefulness increase.
See how. electric force is planned
To light our homes, streets, ships and
cars,
To do so much at our command,
Perhaps some day to signal Mars.
We pass, within the sea, in ships,
And aviators fly in air,
While on the Isthmus' narrow strip
| We make one continent pair.
The mind Of man is reaching far
For something new for earthly use,
| Explores the heavens for one more star,
Nor with defeat will he make truce.
No slave is held in bondage now;
Man feels the equal rights of man;
We seldom to a title bow
Manhood and truth, for these we stand.
And you who've lived these fifty years
All this have seen and more as we'll >
And coming time as now appears
Will marvels bring the list to swell.
These gladstone friends who come today
Rejoicing in the good you've seen,
And all your cheer in life's glad way
Whence r and where you may have
been,
Now pay their tribute with their love
And gladstone wish for coming years,
And with no doubts that yet above
You all will meet devoid Of tears.
A full half century we turn
10 take retrospective look,
Where loves united fires did burn
10 charm two lives in every nook.
Yes, fifty years of welded JOYS.
To these our we'll loved hosts today,
Whose lasting love, O never cloys
Or droops or dies, to then decay.
Their we'll earned joys we cannot tell,
fNor can their memories recall, ~
And yet today once more they swell
AS life's warm greetings on them fall.
Their joys come like the buds of spring,
Or like the apple blossoms sweet, =
And summers growing harvests bring
Results that make life more complete
The autumn's fruitage ever brings
Enough to tighten anxious care, sesxg
It's chilling wind that strangely sing!
Tells with it's voice, ''For us prepare.
And cen the winter bleak and drear
Has charms to add to all their joys,
AS meath the home roof doth appea
Their loved ones, cherished girls ant
boys.
And too, as we'll, full many frien
Whom half a century Of years
Have made their lives in kindness blen
In joys of life and sorrows tears.
Not all has cheering been and fair
Sometimes life's skies were cloude
DER,
And darksome storms brought anxiou
care
Which, to fond hopes, destruction bore
So nature, sometimes, too, is torn,
And much of loneliness erased
Yet where her beauty has been shorl
With things as choice it is replaced
Such thoughts as these will brighte
hope
During sweet life's declining years,
And fill our minds with broader scoI
II AS sunsets hallowed glow appears.
So may our hosts view evenings 81
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dream,
er And waited by loves wings, may f
Where all life's joys are what tht
RI seem.
These lines but family can portray
The deep laid wish within our breast
, While feebly only can we say
80 Our purest thoughts, to hosts fro
guests. ss.ss47ss.azasAzsaserazzEa4--=
ed And soon we part but not for aye, ~
Sometime, somewhere, We'll me
ay again,
Where pleasures there will ever last
With gladstone song and sweet refrai
JoIted!
ke 81 had client this morning. So
al the young lawyer. who certainly {
give me queer jolt. You know,
as was married about a month ago.
wife and returned from>our weddi
trip yesterday, and this morning
went to my Office early to resume bu
av ness and settle down once more
good hard work Even as | roll
air back the top of my desk this client
tered. He was..a mar about my o.
vi age, and he explained his business
me abruptly. i want you. be said
get me a divorce as quick as you cal
Ills Eyes, that's all there is to it. Do
~ see any point? Well. maybe not.
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