We are all, all here; Father, mother, sister, brother, All who hold each other dear; Each chair is filled, we're all at home, To-night let no cold stranger come. It is not often thus around Our old, familiar hearth we're found; Bless then the meeting and the spot-- For once be every care forgot; Let gentle peace assert her power, And kind affection rule the hour; We're all, all here--we're all, all here. We are not all here! Father, mother, sister, brother, Some have gone who were most dear; But we now gather 'round this hearth, Though some have passed away from earth; The voice that once with ours did ring, Has gone to dwell where angels sing; O, then, that wisdom may we know, That yields a life of peace below; And in the life that follows this, May each repeat the words of bliss, We're all, all here--we're all, all here. We are not all here! Father, mother, sister, brother, Yet our thoughts will bring them near; We pray that our whole earthly band, Before God's throne at last may stand Unbroken as the links of love, In that bright home in heaven above. The severed links, the golden chain, Be there united once again; With this sweet thought our hearts we'll cheer, For then we'll say, we all are here; We're all, all here--we're all, all here. O. G. Snow, the eldest son, had been commissioned to lead in the programme, and state the object of the meeting; being absent, Professor E. A. Box, a son-in-law, gave the following address: _President Lorenzo Snow_: Respected Husband and Father.--We, your wives, children, grandchildren, sons-in-law, and daughters-in-law, have convened on this occasion, in honor of the sixty-fifth anniversary of your birth, having a sincere desire to manifest our respect and gratitude to one whose kindness and wise counsels, of which we, as well as many others, have been the favored recipients. May the returns of the day be many and happy ones, and may your cares and sorrows never be occasioned by members of this extensive, and, we trust, truly respected family; and, though the words of our Savior. "A man's foes shall be they of his own household," may be verily true in many cases, in yours may they prove to be strictly inapplicable. The poet says: If the stock of our bliss is in strangers' hands vested, The fund, ill-secured, oft in bankruptcy ends; But the heart issues bills that are never protested, When drawn on the firm of wife, children and friends. The day-spring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow, Alone, on itself for enjoyment depends; But dreary the twilight of age, when it borrows No warmth from the smiles of wife, children and friends. And we say: May we onward and upward, all cherish and nourish The virtues on which this rich blessing depends; And may we with love and fond hearts ever cherish The tie that now makes us wives, children and friends.