The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . of bridal gifts—no gold and silver fine,No jewels from across the sea, upon her brow to shine;A man in homespun clothes stood up and gave the bride away—For all was sweet simplicity on Grandmas wedding-day. There was no surpliced minister, no bellabove them hung, They stood upon the forest sward, this couple, fair and young;And when the parson called them one and wished them years of bliss,The groom received his only gift—a soft and holy kiss. A cabin in the
The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . of bridal gifts—no gold and silver fine,No jewels from across the sea, upon her brow to shine;A man in homespun clothes stood up and gave the bride away—For all was sweet simplicity on Grandmas wedding-day. There was no surpliced minister, no bellabove them hung, They stood upon the forest sward, this couple, fair and young;And when the parson called them one and wished them years of bliss,The groom received his only gift—a soft and holy kiss. A cabin in the forest stood to welcome home the pair,And happy birds among the trees made music on the air;She was the reigning backwoods belle—the bride so fair and gay—And that is why the birds were glad upon her wedding-day. Thus life began for Grandma, in the forest dim and old,And where she lived a city stands, with stateliness untold; _ \ •*. • 1 I Jg %| ?? ww *,&*. ^^ tHBBT ii-* 3 »T « MMHH* ^^*- / ??^^^^??^^ ^~ r - lv:w ^ !,.^H fcl. *^^——I BB^M^Biiii^I ^P Jj w 1 Photo by Byron, N. Y. THE UNHAPPY DESCRIPTIVE RECITATIONS. 401 She told us how the Indian came the set-tler brave to fight, And how she rocked the cradle to the wolfslong howl at night. The cradle was an oaken trough, un-trimmed with costly lace, But in it nestled, now and then, a bright,cherubic face; And Grandma was as happy then as thougha mansion grand Above her rose like some we see through-out our lovely land. I cherish now a lock of hair—tis not of sil-ver gray, &5* c<$* She clipped it in the sunlight fair, thoughyears have passed away— It is a tress of Grandmas hair, as bright aswhen she stood, And blushing took her bridal vows withinthe pathless wood. On yonder hill, this golden morn, she takes her dreamless rest;The wrinkled hands, so often kissed, lie crossed upon her breast;And gently on her finger, eer we laid her form away,We placed the simple ring she wore upon her wedding-day.
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