GRIEF laid her hand upon a stately head,
And streams of silver were around it shed;
Care o'er the brow her long, lean fingers drew,
And lines of thoughtful love beneath them grew.
Pain smote the features with distorting brand,
And curves of patience formed beneath her hand.
Toil bowed the weary limbs to rustic chair,
And resignation sat beside him there.
Conscience assailed his soul with poisoned dart,
Faith sucked the rankling venom from his heart.
Age cast a veil upon the searching eyes.
And softened to their gaze the sun and skies.
In muffled ears subdued earth's clashing chimes
To the low melody of distant times.
Oblivion's cloud obscured the feeble brain,
While memory plucked its childhood's flow'rs again.
Hope lent a smile on pallid lips to play,
Peace kissed and sealed it for the Coming Day!