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THIRTY-FIVE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS

First Line: OH, WEARY HEART! THOU'RT HALF-WAY HOME
Last Line: SAVE HERS WHOSE CLASPED HAND WILL BRING THE ON TO HEAVEN!
Subject(s): MIDDLE AGE;

OH, weary heart! thou'rt half-way home!
We stand on life's meridian height --
As far from childhood's morning come,
As to the grave's forgetful night.
Give Youth and Hope a parting tear --
Look onward with a placid brow --
Hope promised but to bring us here,
And Reason takes the guidance now --
One backward look -- the last -- the last!
One silent tear -- for @3Youth is past@1!

Who goes with Hope and Passion back?
Who comes with me and Memory on?
Oh, lonely looks the downward track --
Joy's music hush'd -- Hope's roses gone!
To Pleasure and her giddy troop
Farewell, without a sigh or tear!
But heart gives way, and spirits droop,
To think that Love may leave us here!
Have we no charm when Youth is flown --
Midway to death left sad and lone!

Yet stay! -- as 'twere a twilight star
That sends its thread across the wave,
I see a brightening light, from far,
Steal down a path beyond the grave!
And now -- bless God! -- its golden line
Comes o'er -- and lights my shadowy way --
And shows the dear hand clasp'd in mine!
But, list what those sweet voices say!
@3The better land's in sight,
And, by its chastening light,
All love from life's midway is driven,
Save hers whose clasped hand will bring the on to heaven@1!



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