One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Paracelsus At Times I Almost Dream I Too Have Spent A Life The Sages’ Way, And Tread Once More Familiar Paths. Perchance I Perished In An Arrogant Self-reliance Ages Ago; And In That Act A Prayer For One More Chance Went Up So Earnest, So Instinct With Better Light Let In By Death, That Life Was Blotted Out — Not So Completely But Scattered Wrecks Enough Of It Remain, Dim Memories, As Now, When Once More Seems The Goal In Sight Again.