Classic Poem

In Youth's glad morning, when the rising East
Glows golden with assurance of success,
And life itself's a rare continual feast,
Enjoyed the more if meditated less,
'T is then that friendship's pleasures chiefly bless,
As if without beginning, — ne'er to end, —
So rich the season and so dear the friend,
When thou and I went wandering hand in hand;
Mine wert thou in our years of earliest prime,
Studious at home, or to the southern land
Adventuring bold; again in later time,
Thy kindly service, always at command
Of calm discretion, and abounding sense,
Prompted and showed the path to excellence.