This Night Of Love ©
This poem was written for his first wife, who tragically died after 10 days of marriage, during the Spanish 'Flu epidemic in 1919.
The family have no details of her other than her name, Betty, and that she was a Scottish lass.
by Clive H. Strover
This night of love glides on,
With music of some sweet delicious tone;
Short as a soft pulsating song
That forms a paradise with thee alone.
How sweet, how pure, yet short,
Too sadly short, as on our bridal night
The eastern sun had caught
The dawn, e'er sunset passed from sight
And yet within that period
What blessed store of happiness unfolds.
The great gift of the Wisest God
To let him taste, who loves and holds.