THE IDEAL HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE WE'VE lived for forty years, dear wife, And walked together side by side, And you to-day are just as dear Without the least alloy. I've smoothed all boulders from our path, That I was right and you were wrong. No mad diversity of creed Has ever sundered me from thee; For I permit you evermore To borrow your ideas of me. IDEAL HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE hus it is, through weal or woe, love for evermore endures; permit that you should take views and creeds, and make them yours. nus I let you have my way, thus in peace we toil along am willing to admit t I am right and you are wrong. hen our matrimonial skiff xes snags in love's meandering stream, ur shallop from the rocks, float as in a placid dream. ell I know our marriage bliss e life shall last will never cease; hall always let thee do, enerous love, just what I please. comes, and discord flies away, e's bright day follows hatred's night; m ready to admit you are wrong and I am right. THE IDEAL HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE Dear wife, when discord reared its head, And love's sweet light forgot to shine, 'T was then I freely would permit That thy will should'st conform to mine. In all things, whether great or small, In all life's path we've wandered through, I've graciously let you perform Just what I wanted you to do. No altercation could destroy The love that held us sure and strong; For evermore would I admit That I was right and you were wrong. Sweet wedded love! O life of bliss! Our years in peace have flown along; For admit that I was right, you And I admit that you were wrong. No dogged stubbornness of soul Has ever wrenched my heart from thine; For thy will ever was my own Because thy will was always mine. E IDEAL HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE sweet forgiveness crowns our years, And sheds on us its tender light; I admit that you were wrong, nd you admit that I was right. SAM WALTER FOSS TO MINERVA FROM THE GREEK My temples throb, my pulses boil, My brain is dull, my light is foul, THOMAS HOOD |