18.04.2022, 00:26
ON COMPLETING MY THIRTIETH YEAR.
YE Angels, and the Spirits of the Just!
Crowned as ye are, and throned in royal state !
In full seraphic strains congratulate,
Upon his waning years, a child of dust,
Who, as he fades, doth firmer find his trust
In GOD and holds the world at a mean rate,
But upon heaven puts a high estimate !
This fills his soul with joy that, with disgust.
The thirtieth round of my brief pilgrimage
To-day is ended 't is perchance the last
I shall complete upon this earthly stage ;
For toils increase, and perils thicken fast,
And mighty is the warfare that I wage :
Yet 't is my foes, not I, that stand aghast !
.
YE Angels, and the Spirits of the Just!
Crowned as ye are, and throned in royal state !
In full seraphic strains congratulate,
Upon his waning years, a child of dust,
Who, as he fades, doth firmer find his trust
In GOD and holds the world at a mean rate,
But upon heaven puts a high estimate !
This fills his soul with joy that, with disgust.
The thirtieth round of my brief pilgrimage
To-day is ended 't is perchance the last
I shall complete upon this earthly stage ;
For toils increase, and perils thicken fast,
And mighty is the warfare that I wage :
Yet 't is my foes, not I, that stand aghast !
.