Our Wedding Day
L. E.
Tiddeman
Tiddeman, L. E.
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Miss L. E. Tiddeman was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/370). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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Our wedding day, dear heart,
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Our Wedding Da
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Our wedding day, dear heart,
Well I remember
How crisp the hoar-frost lay
That chill December.
I was a foolish thing.
How my heart failed me ;
Little you knew or guessed
What ’t was that ailed me.
I had my doubts of you.
Only just fancy !
Would you have thought it, Jack,
Of your fond Nancy ?
People kept telling me
Men were deceivers ;
Women most foolish folk,
Heedless believers.
Would you be kind ? I asked,
And my heart fluttered ;
True to the marriage vows
Your lips had uttered ?
Ten years ago, dear love—
How the time passes,
Jack ! drink my health again ;
Fill up our glasses.
Don’t wipe my tears away ;
They ’re not for sadness.
My heart is full to-day
Only of gladness,
How true you’ve been to me
None can guess ever ;
Husband, stand by me still,
Never to sever.
As o’er the frosty sky
Wintry clouds hasten,
Our joys in future, Jack,
Trials may chasten.
Still hand in hand we’ll step,
Fearing no morrow ;
Wind blows the clouds away,
Love chases sorrow.
Our wedding day is o’er—
Twelve the clock’s striking.
Look at me, Jack—am I
Still to your liking ?
Don’t say a word, you goose ;
Only remember
I love you better now
Than that December.
L. E. Tiddeman
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