THE HEAD THAT SHELTERED MINE.
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"Now you and I together stand Beneath life's falling snow,To meet the winter as we met The spring of long ago.My hair is almost white, but yours Is dark and rippling yet,As in the sweet dawn of the year, Sweet wife, when first we met."
The soft brown eyes look up to his, A trembling hand is laidUpon the snowy locks that time And care have caused to fade.A tender smile of perfect love Breaks like a sudden dawnUpon her face, then tear-drops come Before the smile is gone.
"Ah! love, the storms of life have beat On your uncovered browAs fiercely as the wind that sweeps About the old house now;But from the tempest and the snow, With love almost divine,This dear old head has always bent And ever sheltered mine."
