‘Tis hard to know that time has flown so fast!
The best years of my life ye gave to me.
I hope o’r lives so long ahead do last.
Then e’er the more o’r love will grow, ye see.
I thank ye much for kind ye be to me.
I thank ye much for dine we two– with rose
Your gift–in twain means much. Ah, love, the key!.
O’r love gives joy and peace–how much it sows!
As Browning said so long ago in verse:
O’r motto keen to me this day I love.
N’er sharp the word we say to each, nor curse.
All sweet be word to each, my love, my dove.
More years ahead I hope for us to live.
Longevity in us, let be no sieve.