ON HIS EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY 1887 FRIEND, whom thy fourscore winters leave more dear Than when life`s roseate summer on thy cheek Burned in the flush of manhood`s manliest year, Lonely, how lonely! is the snowy peak Thy feet have reached, and mine have climbed so near! Close on thy footsteps `mid the landscape drear I stretch my hand thine answering grasp to seek, Warm with the love no rippling rhymes can speak! Look backward! From thy lofty height survey Thy years of toil, of peaceful victories won, Of dreams made real, largest hopes outrun! Look forward! Brighter than earth`s morning ray Streams the pure light of Heaven`s unsetting sun, The unclouded dawn of life`s immortal day!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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