And there was one--a little one--
Who slumbered on my breast--
I loved and cherished as my own,
That dove that sought your nest;
And _she_ is here,--I see her face
Among my own to-day;--
Thank God for all the loves I trace,
Along life's devious way!
And yet there's one we miss to-day,--
The last to quit our side,--
The one who wandered far away
The day she was a bride.
Were she but here, our chain of love
No missing link would show,
And every face we called our own
Would still around us glow.
Well, _half a century_ is, I know,
A long, long stretch of time;
And truly once we deemed it so,
When we were in our prime.
But as we've glided down the years
They've shorter seemed to grow,
And now, how brief the time appears
Since fifty years ago!
And, husband, you and I have changed
Since that old wedding day;--
I viewed you then with partial eyes--
"Fond, girlish eyes" you'd say;--
But were my eyes as keen as then,
And I allowed to scan
The handsomest of handsome men,
_You_ still would be the man.
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