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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LINES TO A COMIC AUTHOR, ON AN ABUSIVE REVIEW by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |