The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/On My Ninetieth Birthday, February 10, 1921
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On My Ninetieth Birthday, February 10, 1921
O fleeting Time, whose rapid wing,
Such stores of joy and grief can bring!
Though darkling clouds oft shade the way,
The silvery side e'er speaks of May!
Such stores of joy and grief can bring!
Though darkling clouds oft shade the way,
The silvery side e'er speaks of May!
Revolving Time, how vast thine age,
Beyond the ken of seer or sage!
Thou saw'st the billows first arise;
And new-born mountains felt thine eyes.
Beyond the ken of seer or sage!
Thou saw'st the billows first arise;
And new-born mountains felt thine eyes.
And now, when mellow Nature knows
Th' alternate sway of sun and snows;
When fragrant flowers and bracing cold
Pursue each other round the wold;
Th' alternate sway of sun and snows;
When fragrant flowers and bracing cold
Pursue each other round the wold;
We own thy power, and cherish dear
The friends thou spar'st us, year to year;
The rich, the poor, the sage, the saint,
Whose pulsing handclasp ne'er grows faint.
The friends thou spar'st us, year to year;
The rich, the poor, the sage, the saint,
Whose pulsing handclasp ne'er grows faint.
Though silver locks proclaim the space
We've traveled in the gradual race,
Our faltering steps shall tread the way,
While faith illumes the close of day!
We've traveled in the gradual race,
Our faltering steps shall tread the way,
While faith illumes the close of day!
1921