Sixty-Four and Sixty-Five.
"Yet I kneel with reverence at your feet,
For I feel that a life well clone
Towers far, in majesty complete,
O'er the brightest of lives begun:
I kneel at your feet, old year, I kneel,
Bent by my strength of pride;
I am proud, most proud, of the power to feel
Honor for talents tried;
For I feel that a life well clone
Towers far, in majesty complete,
O'er the brightest of lives begun:
I kneel at your feet, old year, I kneel,
Bent by my strength of pride;
I am proud, most proud, of the power to feel
Honor for talents tried;
"Honor for lives that have proved their strength
Honor for aims attained—
Many can boast of an arrow's length,
Few of a target gained:
You are passing fast from the world, old year,
Your pulse is ebbing low;
Yet look on the young life kneeling here,
And bless me ere you go."
Honor for aims attained—
Many can boast of an arrow's length,
Few of a target gained:
You are passing fast from the world, old year,
Your pulse is ebbing low;
Yet look on the young life kneeling here,
And bless me ere you go."
The old year smiled yet mournfully,
For his lips we.re growing cold;
He said:"I bless thee—thou shalt be
Revered when thou art old—
And this I deem the proudest thing
Existence can bestow;
The pearls that crown earth's greatest king
Are honored locks of snow.
For his lips we.re growing cold;
He said:"I bless thee—thou shalt be
Revered when thou art old—
And this I deem the proudest thing
Existence can bestow;
The pearls that crown earth's greatest king
Are honored locks of snow.
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