ON COMPLETING MY THIRTIETH YEAR

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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 !





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