FOR HER GOLDEN WEDDING, OCTOBER 18, 1875 br br 'Lucy.'--The old familiar name br Is now, as always, pleasant, br Its liquid melody the same br Alike in past or present; br Let others call you what they will, br I know you'll let me use it; br To me your name is Lucy still, br I cannot bear to lose it. br br What visions of the past return br With Lucy's image blended! br What memories from the silent urn br Of gentle lives long ended! br What dreams of childhood's fleeting morn, br What starry aspirations, br That filled the misty days unborn br With fancy's coruscations! br br Ah, Lucy, life has swiftly sped br From April to November; br The summer blossoms all are shed br That you and I remember; br But while the vanished years we share br With mingling recollections, br How all their shadowy features wear br The hue of old affections! br br Love called you. He who stole your heart br Of sunshine half bereft us; br Our household's garland fell apart br The morning that you left us; br The tears of tender girlhood streamed br Through sorrow's opening sluices; br Less sweet our garden's roses seemed, br Less blue its flower-de-luces.