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Show GROWING OLD TOGETHER. AT L0ri5E 8- CFSiK. Do yon kiiTw that I am thloklog to-morr.iw We 1 hill p'Si on our joarueT throticb lire. One more of the mile-iouM that bring a Hill never the goal, good wife I The glad aamrereary morning Of our redding dT cometh once mor, And iu ereriDg -ili flt.il us mil waliiof:, Yi ho had thought to have gone long before. We are old, wife, I know br the furrow Time baa flowed in yr ur brow, once so fair; I know by the cron of bright silver lie bae left in tout occe raven hair; 1 know by the frost on the flowers 1hl bnghteoed our life at it dawe; I know by (he gr&Ts iu the church-yard. Where we counted our dead Jeilerjiom, Tour war has been humble and toil-worn, Your guest Iim been Trouble, good wife-Fart wife-Fart snnabiDe. more trials and orrows. Hbt made np your record through life. But my the ib-ught cheer y-u, my dar one; Your patience d iwret. clintinr love Have made for me here such a heaven, 1 hare asked, "It ihore brighter above!" Id life's winter, sweet wife, we are living. But iu tOrm all unheeded will fall; Wht care we who liare I jred, and sicli other Wbo have proved, each to each all iu all I Band in hand, wo wait the night coming; Giving thanks, down to the valley we go; For to love and grow old together Is the hi (he. 1 1 bliss mortals can tcow. Some children are Mil! loft to bleu Us, t And liphteo our hearia diy by day; In hoje is not lwaya fruition. We will strive to kesp on tho ripht way. We have lowed, and have roaped; but the harvest That garuera lbs world wo await, And htplj, at lut, we may eLiter Tog t her tho beautiful Kite. |