"Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore BOSTON: GEORGE COOLIDGE, 13 TREMONT ROW. 1861. LIBRARY Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, BY GEORGE COOLIDGE, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. Electrotyped at the BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY. Daunrell & Moore, Printers, Boston. POEMS OF OLD AGE. LIFE'S EVENING. THE world to me is growing gray and old; My friends are dropping one by one away; Some live in far-off lands-some in the clay Rest quietly, their mortal moments told. My sire departed ere his locks were gray; My mother wept, and soon beside him lay; My elder kin have long since gone and I Am left-a leaf upon an autumn tree, Among whose branches chilling breezes steal The sure precursors of the winter nigh; And when my offspring at our altar kneel To worship God, and sing our morning psalm, Their rising stature whispers unto me My life is gently waning to its evening calm. (3) THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail That sinks with all we love below the verge ; Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The casement slowly grows a glimmering square, Dear as remembered kisses after death, Tennyson. BEAUTY IN OLD MEN. BEAUTIFUL forever The grief-softened tread, The pathetic paleness, And the lines of care; "OLD." By the wayside, on a mossy stone, By the wayside, on a mossy stone. Buckled knee and shoe, and broad-rimmed hat, Buckled knee and shoe, and broad-rimmed hat |