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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Anniversary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>AS flower to sun its drop of dew<br>Gives from its crystal cup,<br>So I, as morning gift to you,<br>This poor verse offer up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>As flowers upon the summer wind<br>Their air-born odours shake,<br>So, in all fragrance you may find,<br>I give but what I take.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>My tree blooms green through snow and heat;<br>Your love is sap and root,—<br>And this is but the breathing sweet<br>Of fairest blossom-shoot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>An outgrowth of the happy days<br>In wedded lives begun—<br>Two lives, in all their work and ways,<br>Indissolubly one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>The force that was to bind us so<br>We very dimly knew.<br>Ah, love! it seems so long ago,<br>And yet the years are few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>We did not wait for tides to rise,<br>Nor cared that winds were rough;<br>They call'd us foolish—we were wise;<br>God gave us wealth enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>He only knows what precious change<br>We took of Him for gold;<br>What blessing such a narrow range<br>Of circumstance can hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>No troubles now could memory spare,<br>No lightest touch of pain;<br>No hard experience of care<br>Would we unlearn again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>Such love surrounds, such beauty lies<br>On our most common needs,<br>As silver hoar-frost glorifies<br>The wayside sticks and weeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>All trials that are overpast,<br>All cares that are to be,<br>But make more sacred and more fast<br>The ties 'twixt you and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>They are but clear lights shining through<br>The mist that round us rolls;<br>They are but touchstones, fine and true,<br>For fond and faithful souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.<br>They are but fires, to cleanse and clean<br>Our human love from stain;<br>For naught of sordid, false, or mean<br>From those blest fires remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII.<br>They are but keys within the wards<br>Of that last, inmost door,<br>Where the heart's dearest treasure-hoards<br>Are garner'd evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV.<br>Ah, dear! our very griefs are glad<br>Our every cross is crown'd;<br>We are not able to be sad,<br>Such comfort wraps us round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV.<br>How calm the haven where we rest,<br>Now passion's storms are past!<br>How warm and soft the little nest<br>Which shelters us at last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI.<br>How—blue, pellucid, and divine—<br>Through all our days and nights,<br>The clear eyes of our children shine<br>Like heavenly beacon-lights!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII.<br>We listen to the laughter sweet<br>Whose echoes come and go,<br>The music of the little feet<br>That patter to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII.<br>And deepest thoughts of God awake,<br>Who hath reveal'd Him thus,<br>And, in His goodness, deign'd to make<br>His own abode with us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIX.<br>To God, in Christ, we kneel to-day<br>(Whose will on earth be done);<br>As He hath made us, let us pray<br>That He will keep us, one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XX.<br>Together, may we feel Him stand<br>About our path and bed;<br>Together may we, hand in hand,<br>His royal highway tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXI.<br>The dear ones He has given, to be<br>Of His redeem'd the type—<br>Together, may we live to see<br>Their budding promise ripe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXII.<br>And, O my dearest! may we lie,<br>In our last night of rest,<br>Asleep together, peacefully,<br>Upon our Father's breast</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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AS flower to sun its drop of dew
Gives from its crystal cup,
So I, as morning gift to you,
This poor verse offer up.

II.
As flowers upon the summer wind
Their air-born odours shake,
So, in all fragrance you may find,
I give but what I take.

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