It will be pleasant when old age shall come And leave its imprint on life's closing day, When I, like other mortals, shall succumb To Time's strict mandate, and at last obey Dame Nature's laws, immutable, severe, For me to gaze in retrospective view Upon the time when I was with you here And think that I, perhaps, was help to you. Oh Time whose majesty's enthroned for aye Can ne'er remove the good which we have done. Eternity with all it means shall die Ere one such deed shall fade like setting sun, And memory shall be forever bright, And treasured shall that thought forever be, That while, perhaps, I helped you in the right, You, my friend, in obedience helped me. |