A RETROSPECT.

I waited long; My love was strong For Cary. ‘In spring,’ she said, The darling maid, ‘We’ll marry.’ The winter passed; Spring came at last With showers. But what of them, When after came The flowers! Our wedding-day, A grand array— Bells ringing! Blue sky above, Hearts full of love, Flowers springing. My blushing bride And I beside The altar: She looked so nice, Although her voice Did falter. Our honeymoon Ran all too soon Its measure: We roamed at will By vale and hill, With pleasure. And years have flown; We’re wiser grown, And older; But aye the same Love’s kindly flame, No colder. As down we glide, Still side by side, Life’s river, Each opening spring New joys will bring For ever. J. B. L.