And now, my cousin fair, adieu,
  My promise I have somehow kept,
That I would write a line for you,
  I hope you will these lines accept.

STANZAS

    Addressed to Mr. and Mrs. T. Jefferson Scott, upon the occasion of
    the 24th anniversary of their wedding, March 2nd, 1882.

Kind gentlemen and ladies fair,
  I have a word or two to say,
If you have got the time to spare,
  Sit down, and hear my humble lay.

No tiresome homily, I bring,
  To chill your joys and make you sad,
I’d rather hear you laugh or sing,
  Than see you solemn, dull or mad,

A bow that’s always bent, they say,
  Will lose its force and wonted spring,
And Jack’s all work and never play,
  Makes him a dull and stupid thing.

Man’s greatest lesson is mankind,
  A problem difficult to solve,
I’ve turned it over in my mind,
  And reached, at last, this sage resolve: 

That when I know myself right well,
  I have a key to all the race,
Thoughts, purposes and aims that tell
  On me, are but a common case.

There is a time to laugh and sing,
  A time to mourn and grieve as well;
Then let your song and laughter ring,
  This is no time on griefs to dwell.

We’ve met to greet our friend, T.J.,
  And tender our congratulations,
Without forgetting Phebe A.,
  In our most heartfelt salutations.

For four-and-twenty changeful years
  They’ve worn the bright hymenial bands,
And shared each other’s hopes and fears,
  And each held up the other’s hands.

He, like a stately, giant oak,
  Has spread his branches wide and high,
Unscathed by lightning’s fatal stroke,
  Or tempest raving through the sky.

She, like a tender, trusting vine,
  Twines round and through and o’er the tree;
Her modesty and worth combine,
  To hide what roughness there might be,

Beneath this cool, refreshing shade,
  The wretched quite forget their woes,
The hungry find the needed bread,
  The weary wanderer, his repose.

Long live this honored, worthy pair! 
  May fortune come at their command! 
And may their sons and daughter fair,
  Grow up to grace their native land!

And when their earthly toils are o’er,
  And they repose beneath the sod,
Theirs be a home on that bright shore,
  Illumined by the smile of God.

BIRTHDAY VERSES.

    Written for a little girl on her ninth birthday.

In the morning of life’s day,
All before is bright and gay,
All behind is like a dream,
Or the morn’s uncertain beam,
Falling on a misty stream.