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The day but not the bride is come, / As in her blossom-time; / But golden lights sustain the home / She cherished in her prime.
May we not call upon the band? / May we not ask the priest? / Our golden wedding is at hand, / And we shall hold a feast.
But where is he in snow-white stole / Who the old service read, / That made us one in heart and soul? / Long, long has he been dead.
The bridesmaids clad in silken fold / Who waited on the bride, / Where are they now? Their tale is told: / Long, long ago they died.
Where is the groomsman, chosen friend, / The true, the well-beloved; / His term, alas! is at an end; / Too soon was he removed.
Where is the bride, ah! such a bride / As every joy foretells? / I see her walking by my side, / I hear the wedding-bells.
Where is she now? That we should say / She did not live to know / How passed her silver wedding-day, / So many years ago!
But come, and for your mother's sake, / Though vain it were to weep, / Let us the silent feast partake, / Her golden wedding keep.