THE DAY'S END.
Si quis, totâ die currĕns, pervenit ad
vesperam, satis est.
Petrarca de Verâ Sapientiâ.
“If any, having run the livelong day,
“Win, in the end, to evening, 'tis enough.”
Thus Laura's lover said. — To Age's bluff
Come, — where, with all its multiform array,
Its versicoloured hours of gold and grey,
Life's lingering road into Death's tumbling trough
Slopes and is lost, reviewing smooth and rough,
Enough for him the overtravelled way.
Singer of loves long-drawn, their golden thread
Thin-broidered glancing through Life's hodden woof,
Laden with laurels, pampered with approof,
Of lore and passion weary, blame and praise,
Nought dwelt with him of all Life's golden days
But the way wended and the evening-red.
