The Golden Year of Mamie and Ike
This is a poem written by Robert Cutler for Dwight D. and Mamie Eisenhower.
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OCR Page 1 of 2Written in Hospital
June, 1966
THE GOLDEN YEAR
of
MANTE and IKE
July 1 1916 - 1966
Fifty years? What's fifty years the way God counts!
He reckons time on no routine abacus
As if each day were like each other day,
As if years passed, alone and withering in self-concern
- Years of emptiness of heart and spirit -
Could weigh the same as our years of love
Watched over and cherished in mutual content,
Those happy times of things together done;
Seeds planted, and a harvest grown therefrom
Straight and shining in their morning light.
God's counting thus, rings merrily in many, many hearts!
In such adding of our fifty years,
D
We come to find that which was long forgot:-
Not of the flesh or earthly treasure,
But of the unfolding spirit's inward sight.
Look, dear, high up ahove in evening's sky
Where, on this July first together, we descry
Those trailing clouds of glory that we glimpsed at birth
Which come from God, Who is our home!
With my love
Bobbv Cutler
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