To my friend, on his birthday

           Oh, Time! deal gently with my friend,
              Who gently deals with all;
           And on his loved and honored head
              Let blessings only fall

           In love to God, and love to man,
              His days pass here below;
           And so, to reach the home above,
              He has not far to go.

           But distant be that hapless day
              That calls him from our view:
           Heaven has so many souls like his,
              And Earth, alas! so few

This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.