CLIMBING a path which leads back never more We heard behind his footsteps and his cheer; Now, face to face, we greet him standing here Upon the lonely summit of Fourscore! Welcome to us, o'er whom the lengthened day Is closing and the shadows colder grow, His genial presence, like an afterglow, Following the one just vanishing away. Long be it ere the table shall be set For the last breakfast of the Autocrat, And love repeat with smiles and tears thereat His own sweet songs that time shall not forget. Waiting with us the call to come up higher, Life is not less, the heavens are only nigher! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD |