 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
[When the drum of sickness beats]
When the drum of sickness beats
The change o' th' watch, and we are old,
Farewell youth, and all its sweets,
Fires gone out that leave us cold!
The change o' th' watch, and we are old,
Farewell youth, and all its sweets,
Fires gone out that leave us cold!
Hairs are white that once were black,
Each of fate the message saith;
And the bending of the back
Salutation is to death.
Each of fate the message saith;
And the bending of the back
Salutation is to death.
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | |