His destiny and ours is most wisely concealed;

’Tis for us to submit; be our lot what it may,

And all the requirements of Heaven obey.

Lines

Read at a gathering of the oldest people of Wilton, at Miss Sarah Livermore’s, November, 1870.

Now far advanced in life we’re here,

To visit one long held most dear;

Though we have all been young and gay,

Time’s rolling years have worked decay.

Though lingering here on earth’s broad shore,

Life’s journey must be nearly o’er;

And may this friendly, gathering call,

A blessing prove to one and all.

Convened here, then, be this our aim,

To make each other glad we came;

In union these rich blessings share,

And say, ’Twas good that we were there.

Refreshed, we’d patiently pursue

This last part of our journey through.

On those who entertain these guests,

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