The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/To a Lady on Her 101st Birthday
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To a Lady on Her 101St Birthday
An hundred years; an hundred years; yea, more!
'Tis joyous thus o'er life's calm sea to glide;
'Neath azure summer skies from shore to shore,
On fleecy wings above the silvery tide.
'Tis joyous thus o'er life's calm sea to glide;
'Neath azure summer skies from shore to shore,
On fleecy wings above the silvery tide.
O Time, how swiftly glide the passing years!
We sweep the precious golden hours away;
The flowing stream of life so gently cheers,
We count as naught the coming reign of day!
We sweep the precious golden hours away;
The flowing stream of life so gently cheers,
We count as naught the coming reign of day!
Our years are oft with sorry burdens fraught,
But friendships dear bring us life's fragrant flowers;
We press them fondly, though with tearful thought,
And sigh for loved ones who of yore were ours
But friendships dear bring us life's fragrant flowers;
We press them fondly, though with tearful thought,
And sigh for loved ones who of yore were ours
1917