A. L. D.

New life, beginning on this happy day
That gives its blessing in a wide-spread bloom,
Thine own fair roses far, far longer stay!
And when at last they drop along the way,
Let gracious hopes fill all their fragrant room,
Till it shall seem, June has not gone but come;
And in life's winter, O thou summer bride,
Let summer's soul of sweetness still abide!
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