By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 01, 2012 Our Golden Wedding By W.W. Burton Tell me, Rachel, now I pray,Have I been a lover true?Fifty years have passed awaySince I pledged my love to you. Started on the bottom rail,House nor furniture had we;We were on ascending scale,For no lower could we be. If we moved we had to rise,Lower down we could not go;Had no larder nor supplies,But our hearts were all aglow. Utah then was virgin soil,Waiting...
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