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Marriage Poem Postcard   Leave a comment

October 21, 1909

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor


Postmarked October 21, 1909

Posted March 11, 2014 by neatnik2009 in William Lorenzo "Ren" Bishop (1889-1964)

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Bridal Wishes   Leave a comment


Above:  Wedding, 1924

Photograph Creator = Harris & Ewing

Image Source = Library of Congress


Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-hec-44208


For Miss N. M. and Mr. J. H. B.

May He whose gracious presence

And wonder-working power

In Cana blessed a marriage-feast,

Bless this glad, holy hour.

Now while your both your’re plighting,–

Though none His form may see,–

May He stand close beside you

Approving tenderly.


As hand in hand you journey

Along life’s rugged way,

May He e’er walk before you

To be your guide each day.

May your house be a shadow

Of that in heav’n above;

Wrought in its every fibre,

Be the golden thread of love.


When snows of many winters

Have silvered all your hair,

And visions of the pearly gates

Appear most wondrous fair,

May you, like tired children,

Sleep through the long dark night,

With morn awake in heaven,

At home in realms of light.




Posted February 12, 2014 by neatnik2009 in Nellie Sequin Fox Barrett--Writings

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The Union of Christ and the Church   1 comment

Lang Wedding

Above:  Lang Wedding

Image Source = Library of Congress


Reproduction Number = LC-M34- 90129-x

Photograph Dated 1925-1946



My great-grandfather did come from a time before certain feminist advances in U.S. laws and society.  I rejoice in those advances and differ with him in certain subjective points, including some in this post.



Eph. 5, 32

1.  Man seeks the heart and hand of the bride .  Christ was with the daliance of a lover.

2.  In marriage the bride surrenders her property, is identical with his life.  Bears his name and claims his love and protection.

3.  Man is taught to regard her as the weaker vessel and protect her.  Christ is ever tender with his bride.

4.  Woman was formed from Adam’s side.  The church born from Christ’s pierced side.  By his side is her place forever.  She must go with him round the world while he will open the way.

5.  He left her in charge here while he prepares a place yonder.  She must not stay at home while he beckons her on to other conquests. God and the heathen are dependent on her for the spread of the gospel.

He demands fidelity to himself.  Does she dare entangle her affections with another?

6.  All his care is to purify the church.  Let us appreciate all that tends to purify.

7.  He will come for his lovely bride.  We will go to the marriage supper of the Lamb.  May we each be there.


A Letter and The Reply   Leave a comment

In this post I present two poems by my great-grandfather; the first leads directly into the second.




Hear my warning, hear me, maiden,

For the heart to thee I swore

Is departing, swiftly, surely,

And will soon be thine no more.


It now clings to thee but faintly,

Held there only by its vow;

Not impelled by some strange magic,

But it clings by effort now.


I have seen another’s beauty,

Though not greater than thine own,

But like sleep ‘t has stolen on me,

Till my love for thee has flown.


I am sorry for thee, maiden,

If thy love is true indeed;

And it fills my soul with anguish,

Thus to make thy pure heart bleed.


All thy charms I still remember,

And I fan would love thee still;

But the heart is independent

Of the reason or the will.


I would ask thee to forgive me,

But my prayer would useless be;

For the heart that would seek pardon,

Could not grant it unto thee.


May’st thou find another lover

Worthy well the heart of thee;

And may it love him as truly

As tho’ it had ne’er loved me.


Be thine arms to him as tender

As when round me they did twine;

And thy lips lose none their sweetness,

Tho’ they have been pressed to mine.


All is over, we must sever,

Learn to hate shall be rule,

We have played our part together,

Thou the knave, and I the fool.


May the curtain drop between,

‘Twixt us, to be lifted never,

And, oh! would that it could screen

Thee from mem’ry’s eye forever.


Woman’s love is born of spirit,

Man’s is only passion’s child,

And she can not, like him, tear it

From the heart when once beguiled.


But I’ll gladly set thee free

From thy vows, with all their ties,

But it is not given me

To forgive thee for thy lies.


Seek forgiveness at His throne,

His whose witness thou didst call

When–my hand within thine own–

From thy lips the oath did fall.


Posted September 21, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems, Love 1800s

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The Honest Message of the Wedding Card   Leave a comment

Above:  Wedding Rings

Image Source = Jeff Belmonte


This card is so that you may know

My plans, and do my bidding;

I’m going to marry, but little care I

To have you at the wedding.


When you get it you will remit,

Whatever way is pleasant,

The largest gift your purse will lift,

For me a wedding-present.


‘Tis no amend how much you send,

I still as friend will doubt you,

And should you give me all you have,

I’ll care no more about you.


Posted June 19, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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Poems Regarding Marriage   Leave a comment

Above:  Wedding Rings

Image Source = Jeff Belmonte




In all concerns and cares of life,

Men should always take care;

“He takes a care who takes a wife,”–FRANKLIN.

Therefore, we all should pair.



If life indeed is what it seems,

‘Tis more than one can carry;

So I think all should double teams,

Or, speaking plainer, marry.



Had rings perception, and the power,

Their ken with words to mate,

Full many a sweet-heart should grow sour

At tales they could relate.



A poor woman can

Even wed a rich man,

And yet live happy and well;

But woe’s the poor human

Who weds a rich woman,

For the wedding is the door to his hell.





Unlike my great-grandfather, I am a confirmed bachelor.  So there is a certain irony inherent the fact that I am posting some of these poems.  C’est la vie.



Posted January 19, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems, Love 1800s

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