Putnam patriot., 1918-11-22
FIFTY YEARS

! Edward Grosvenor of Pomfret Tues day evening. Nov. 18th.
 It WAS the old. old story,
 Told when. the world was young; And told now the world Is aged
 In every land and tongue And it was told in Pomfret
 Just fifty years ago; Dan Cupid. sly and eager,
 Shot two shafts from his bow And they hit 8 youth and maiden
 Who lived in Abingdon; Dan Cupid aimed most truly Thus their Golden years begun. The railroad one would scarcely think
 Could train to Cupid's bow; But Cupid tipped his shafts with steel
 Just fifty years ago. A man from Maine came here to build
 The road in sixty-eight, He brought his family, and thus Young Edward met his fate, The girl from Maine, Elizabeth Oh, Cupid's dart was true; A soldier of the Civil war. Young Edward was hit, too. Oh. never when the battle ragged, Was he so badly hit; And Cupid smiled when the arrows Again he'd done his bit And forever and forever,
 As long as there're women and men, Will be told the same old story
 Over and over again. Oh. fifty years. long, long time
 Since the day that they were wed. To the fair young bride and the sol
 dier boy.
 Twas long to look ahead But the years have passed in golden
 chain,
 And age has set it's seal; Their years are many; their hearts
 are young
 They've known both woe and veal For woe and veal are the lot of all,
 No life but hath it's shade; And after all there's & golden thread
 In the loom where our lives are
 made. For the golden thread is the thread of
 love
 Which runs through the golden
 years; Of the mothers love and the fathers
 faith
 Which brightens the path of tears Of seven children, one has gone,
 The babe of half year. He's an infant yet in his parents
 hearts,
 The child of their love most dear. And to the six who're here tonight,
 Ye heirs of an honored name. For in the history of our town
 Ranks high the Grosvenor fame. For ever the name of Grosvenor
 Ranks high in Pomfret town And ever the name of Grosvenor
 In hisotry shall go down. As long as Pomfret town shall stand,
 So long the name shall be; For the Grosvenors of Pomfret town
 Have writ it's history. And Herbert, Walter, Thomas. Frank. And Josie, isabel; Six children stand with you tonight With you the world IS well Grandchildren three; 0. ye are blest, Iris fifty years well spent. With children and grandchildren too, God give you sweet content. Thank God for blessings which are yours. Grieve not for sorrows past. And may it true be said of you, You've Golden Years at last. Dear friends, the neighbors you have known, The friends your life has won, Are here with you to celebrate Now fifty years are done. Congratulations from the heart, May there be many more Of wedding days to follow this Of Golden years in store. For to very few 'tis given Fifty years of life to know. Ere the silver cord is loosened And one of the twain must go. For the fifty years are golden. Young soldier, fair young bride. An this is the true, true wedding. The first was of years untried. You have tested the calm and the storm Your ship has proven true. Oh, may it rest in harbor blest, When life's long voyage is through. You have proven the old, old story Over and over again. For the tale of love is the tale of life. God bless you both. Amen. WOMAN HURT, AUTO DAMAGED.