"SIC TRANSIT."
'T is almost twenty years, John, Since you stood by my side,And held my trembling hand in yours, Your newly-plighted bride.You have forgotten it, perhaps,— I never can forget;Each word you whispered to me then Thrills through my spirit yet.
Your step upon the rustic porch, That evening when you came;The sudden red that to my cheeks Flashed upward like a flame;The glad light beaming in your eye When first it met my own;The fervent clasp you gave my hand; Your low and tender tone.—
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