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A GOLDEN WEDDING:
Lines addressed to Friar Farlow Wilson on behalf of the Brotherhood of the Whitefriars, October 6th, 1899.
Take this our gift which after many years
Comes from a circle of your firmest friends;
Remembering your true-hearted words of cheer
And kindly deeds towards them, oftentimes.
Comes from a circle of your firmest friends;
Remembering your true-hearted words of cheer
And kindly deeds towards them, oftentimes.
Yes; Life is rich whate'er the cynics say,
So long as 'mid its ceaseless toil and fret
Men play their parts as you do, seeking ever
To show your fellow-workers sympathy.
So long as 'mid its ceaseless toil and fret
Men play their parts as you do, seeking ever
To show your fellow-workers sympathy.
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To her we owe our thanks who did not grudge
To you the hours spent in our Brotherhood,
Fraught with the mellow treasured memories
Of many a by-gone wit whose name is dear.
To you the hours spent in our Brotherhood,
Fraught with the mellow treasured memories
Of many a by-gone wit whose name is dear.
What matters it though callous Time has now
Turned, with resistless touch, your locks to grey,
If still your heart be young; and this it is
We know. May all your coming days prolong
For you and yours Earth's highest, choicest joy.
Turned, with resistless touch, your locks to grey,
If still your heart be young; and this it is
We know. May all your coming days prolong
For you and yours Earth's highest, choicest joy.
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