The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/On the Death of a Centenarian
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On the Death of a Centenarian
Yes, I have had the morning and the evening,
And, too, the mid-day's glorious sunlit hours;
With generous earth in all her radiant freshness,
And friendship's sweet and ever-blooming flowers.
And, too, the mid-day's glorious sunlit hours;
With generous earth in all her radiant freshness,
And friendship's sweet and ever-blooming flowers.
But now my fragile bark lies in the offing;
Why, then, entreat me for a longer stay?
At last I hear the raising of the anchor;
With whitened sails at eve I glide away.
Why, then, entreat me for a longer stay?
At last I hear the raising of the anchor;
With whitened sails at eve I glide away.
1918