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...THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EVENING MYSTERY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |