OCTOBER 13, 1857.
Qualis ab Incepto.
FEW the years that wait for me
Rounding my centenary;
But my latest wish shall be
Health and happiness to thee.
Years in age are apt to grow
Crabbed; all the rest may go
Ere another fall of snow
Fill the furrow on my brow.
We shall see thy face again
When despotic Winter’s chain
Clanks upon the pallid plain..
Let him rave; he raves in vain.
Not a floweret fears the cold
In thy presence: we are told
That the bravest men enrol’d
In Fame’s record were less bold.