If I had words and rhyme enough to show That when on thirsty soil my roses grow, In stinging, ice-wrapped cage my songbirds sing A lilting tune that ushers in the Spring. Then such a poem will, of course, prove true That God has worked His miracles anew Through friends so dear as life from life renewed, Such sweetness, oh, such blessedness reviewed! In mind and heart theyβre two: Nenette, Andrew.
Though years of service each have taken toll On weary shoulders, cares and burdens fall But Love-lit eyes and smiles keep such as veiled As fragrance from the heel-crushed violet.
Praise Him who made you both as beautiful As summer rain.