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Old Man Thurman

A song for old man Thurman,
And sing it clear and strong.
His life has been a sermon,
Now let it be a song.
And this shall be its burthen,
To give us greatest joy —
He calls his old wife " Sweetheart, "
And loves her like a boy.

There is no fairer story
In all our nation's life;
No better, purer glory
In all its peace and strife.
True is that man, and steadfast,
Fine gold, with no alloy,
Who calls his old wife " Sweetheart, "
And loves her like a boy!

Who cares for his position
On questions of the day?
He has a higher mission —
A nobler part to play!
Smiling and patient ever,
Though Age and Pain annoy,
He calls his old wife " Sweetheart, "
And loves her like a boy!

A fig for flowery diction
Or specious eloquence!
A fig for all the fiction
Of wealth and vain pretense!
Here is a man whose glory
No envy can destroy —
He calls his old wife " Sweetheart, "
And loves her like a boy!

We well could spare the splendor
And tinsel of these days.
Give us true hearts and tender,
And plain, old-fashioned ways!
Of men like Allen Thurman
This world will never cloy,
Who calls his old wife " Sweetheart, "
And loves her like a boy!Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems