FIFTY YEARS.

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Two score and ten summers have glided away,
As time speeds relentlessly on;
And our thoughts wander back, as we sit here to-day,
O’er the past that has faded and gone.
Many dear ones have gone to their rest in the grave,
Young hearts have departed from play;
Still others have gone, their dear country to save,
And fall’n ’mid the wild battle’s fray.
Many dear to our hearts are now far in the west,
While few near the old home remain;
And though often lonely, we’ve been greatly blest,—
Our labors have not been in vain.
’Tis fifty long years since the day which we set,
Our sorrows and pleasures to share;
That bright, happy day we ne’er shall forget,
When life looked so joyous and fair!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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