THESE to his Memory. May the Age arriving As ours recall That bravest heart, that gay and gallant striving, That laurelled pall! Blithe and rare spirit! We who later linger By bleaker seas, Sigh for the touch of the Magician's finger, -- His golden keys! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR |