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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silver Wedding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silver Wedding! on some pensive ear<br>From towers remote as sound the silvery bells,<br>To-day from one far unforgotten year<br>A silvery faint memorial music swells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And silver-pale the dim memorial light<br>Of musing age on youthful joys is shed,<br>The golden joys of fancy’s dawning bright,<br>The golden bliss of, Woo’d, and won, and wed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, golden then, but silver now! In sooth,<br>The years that pale the cheek, that dim the eyes,<br>And silver o’er the golden hairs of youth,<br>Less prized can make its only priceless prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not so; the voice this silver name that gave<br>To this, the ripe and unenfeebled date,<br>For steps together tottering to the grave,<br>Hath bid the perfect golden title wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rather, if silver this, if that be gold,<br>From good to better changed on age’s track,<br>Must it as baser metal be enrolled,<br>That day of days, a quarter-century back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ah, its hopes, its joys were golden too,<br>But golden of the fairy gold of dreams<br>To feel is but to dream; until we do,<br>There’s nought that is, and all we see but seems;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was or seemed it needed cares and tears,<br>And deeds together done, and trials past,<br>And all the subtlest alchemy of years,<br>To change to genuine substance here at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your fairy gold is silver sure to-day;<br>Your ore by crosses many, many a loss,<br>As in refiners’ fires, hath purged away<br>What erst it had of earthy human dross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come years as many yet, and as they go,<br>In human life’s great crucible shall they<br>Transmute, so potent are the spells they know,.<br>Into pure gold the silver of to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange metallurge is human life! ’Tis true;<br>And Use and Wont in many a gorgeous case<br>Full specious fair for casual outward view<br>Electrotype the sordid and the base.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor lack who praise, avowed, the spurious ware,<br>Who bid young hearts the one true love forego,<br>Conceit to feed, or fancy light as air,<br>Or greed of pelf and precedence and show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, false, as one to casual eyes appear,<br>To read men truly men may hardly learn;<br>Yet doubt it not that wariest glance would here<br>Faith, Hope and Love, the true Tower-stamp discern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come years again! as many yet! and purge<br>Less precious earthier elements away,<br>And gently changed at life’s extremest verge,<br>Bring bright in gold your perfect fiftieth day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sight may children see and parents show!<br>If not—yet earthly chains of metal true,<br>By love and duty wrought and fixed below,<br>Elsewhere will shine, transformed, celestial-new;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will shine of gold, whose essence, heavenly bright,<br>No doubt-damps tarnish, worldly passions fray;<br>Gold into gold there mirrored, light in light,<br>Shall gleam in glories of a deathless day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q>
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