How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid
That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen Jenney.
And yet these baubles symbolize A certain fond
That well beseems, as I surmise, This festive celebration.
Sweet friends of mine, be spoons once more, And with your tender
Renew the keen delights of yore— The rapturous bliss of wooing.
What though that silver in your hair Tells of the years aflying?'T is yours to mock at Time and Care With love that is undying.
In memory of this Day, dear friends, Accept the modest
From one who with the bauble sends A love that can't be spoken.
