Dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. D. Atwood upon the celebration of their silver wedding, August 25th, 1874.

The harvest-moon of wedded love,
    Fair in the heavens sailing,
Has reached mid-height, and, clear and bright,
    Gives little sign of paling.

Since first, above the horizon,
    The silvery crescent lifted,
The clouds of five-and-twenty years
    Have o'er its surface drifted.

But, while the days have come and gone,
    Though many a changing "morrow,"
The growing moon sailed up and on
    Above the hills of sorrow.

And, though with years came blinding tears,
    The guiding moon grew brighter;
It gave relief, in time of grief--
    Made heavy burdens lighter.

One quarter of one hundred years
    It has been growing, filling,
Till, round and bright, its silvery light
    On all tonight is spilling.

Oh, harvesters on life's great plain!
    The young sheaves shining 'round you
Prove that you have not toiled in vain--
    Prove that God's blessing found you.

Smile in the moonlight's silver gleam,
    Rejoice in harvest weather;
Ye know ye may not always keep
    The precious sheaves together!

Shine on, oh moon of wedded bliss!
    Live on through many a morrow,
Till from the sun of Immortal Love
    Its golden light you borrow.

Poems of reflection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Chicago, M.A. Donohue & company [c1905].

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