Poems (Toke)/Time hurries on, years pass us like the wind

by Emma Toke

"IME hurries on, years pass us like the wind;"
 Canst thou, beloved, deem that on this day
 Full twenty years have swiftly passed away
Since first for thee a birthday wreath I twined?
Ah, silent years! bright hours for ever fled!
 How memory lives again your hopes and fears,
The love, the peace, like sunshine o'er ye shed,
 The griefs that oft have dimmed that light with tears!
But still united, one for good or ill,
 Together may we meet life's joys or cares:
To see our children cluster round us still,
 And live again our sunny youth in theirs;
And pray that with our loved ones gone before,
We all at last may meet, where partings are no more.

E.

October 6, 1857.