  TO F. D. L. September 26. Time brings to thee from out his storehouse old Another year, which graciously awaits Thy fair soul's bidding, as it estimates The wealth the parting year has left untold. Clothed in chameleon garments, which unfold The fresh new days thine eye ne'er underrates, It brings continued hope of life that dates Man's finest being. Thou its secrets hold! To aid the growing soul pick out the way To life eternal? Not earth's bitterest moans Or wildest joys can man's true progress stay, If, in these pauses, he but hear the tones Of immortality's soothing, deathless lay. 1887. |
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