Come sit you down, for fifty years dear wife, we’ve lived to see,
Since Parson Adams came to church to marry you and me.
The step of youth has surely gone, our hair is thin and grey,
But the light of love is in our eyes as on our Wedding Day.
What though I have an older look, and wrinkles on my brow?
This heart of mine is youthful still, and goes ‘a-courting’ now.
And yours, in spite of time and care, is just as warm, I know.
For I feel the pressure of your hand like fifty years ago.
What though some days have shadowed been, and friends lie in the grave.
We’ll only think of that bright day when ‘Hand and Heart’ we gave.
Day of all days, the sweetest, best, we never can forget.
And now, though fifty years have passed, undarkened by regret.
Go, fetch me down my Bible, dear, and bring my glasses pray,
And let me find the very place that tells our Wedding Day.
Our children’s birthdays all are there, now men and women grown,
And working hard, and doing well, with children of their own.
Then let me draw up to your side, as I was wont to do,
When the blush of youth was on my cheek, and I went courting you,
Our boys and girls will soon be here – we asked them all, you know
To come and keep our Wedding Day – just fifty years ago.
(On the eve of our own Golden Wedding Day this old poem seemed Just Right!)
