CLOSE to the verge of fourscore crowded years
Your heart is strong, your soul serene and bright;
As when confronting first life's hopes and fears--
The star of manhood crowned your brow with light.
Clear thoughts are spells to keep the lifeblood pure,
Brave aims are medicínal, rife with balm;
What wonder then, with thee life's joys endure,
And life's majestic sunset smiles in calm!
For thou art one whose brotherhood supreme
Hath touched all circles of benign desire;
Therefore, thy days like some unclouded dream,
Are slowly melting into heavenly fire.
