Golden Wedding of dear Mr. and Mrs. Clark

TIME has but touched with kindly wing,Lightly on thy silvery hair:—Gay garlands did he only fling,By fifty years ago my fair!

Soft as the rose on summer morn,Is alone thy joyous smile;—And never in thy face is borneE'en a trace I ween of guile!

Then time was young, nor doubt, nor care,O'er thy fair face a shade had cast;Fond youth, and love did only bareThe glory of the sunny past!

Ah! happy autumn day that shone,Upon our hearts so fond and true;A warmer, or a happier home,Surely a human breast ne'er knew!

Firm as the ivy wreaths the treeWithin its sure and fast embrace:So clings my loving heart to thee,Whene'er I greet thy gentle face!

Smiles and tears have wove their garland,Around, alas! our varied way:And oh! we feel a heavenly handIs with us on this happy day!

Oh! happy be this golden time,Wreath'd and twin'd in kindred love:—Oh! thro' my latter days still shine,Bright hours that may as happy prove!

Time has swept with passing breathO'er each happy joyous soul:And till we lie so cold in death,Still its tide of love will roll.