Classic Poem

This is the anniversary of the day
— Of days, for us, when we with faith and hope
Fared forth together; solemn and yet gay
— We faced the future, for life's upward slope
Was joyous going, and we never thought
— Then, that there might be worries — hours of pain
And sleepless nights that left one overwrought —
— That loss would often come instead of gain.

But looking back, the time has not seemed long,
— Although the road, for us, was sometimes rough . . .
We have grown quiet and the buoyant song
— Once in our hearts sings low, and yet enough
Of loveliness still lives to make amend
— To us, for all the ills life chose to send.

This is the anniversary of the day
— Of days, for us, when we with faith and hope
Fared forth together; solemn and yet gay
— We faced the future, for life's upward slope
Was joyous going, and we never thought
— Then, that there might be worries — hours of pain
And sleepless nights that left one overwrought —
— That loss would often come instead of gain.

But looking back, the time has not seemed long,
— Although the road, for us, was sometimes rough . . .
We have grown quiet and the buoyant song
— Once in our hearts sings low, and yet enough
Of loveliness still lives to make amend
— To us, for all the ills life chose to send.