THE WORN WEDDING RING.
By W. C. BENNETT.
Your wedding ring wears thin, dear wife. Ah summers not a few,
Since I put it on your finger first, have passed o’er me and you.
And, love, what changes we have seen! what cares and pleasures too!
Since you became my own dear wife, when this old ring was new.
O blessings on that happy day, the happiest of my life,
When, thanks to God, your low, sweet “Yes” made you my loving wife!
Your heart will say the same, I know; that day’s as dear to you,
The day that made me yours, dear wife, when this old ring was new.
How well do I remember now your young, sweet face that day!