Meminisse Juvabit
( ON RECEIVING A FRIEND' POEMS AND A PIPE )
In other years when I am gray and bent,
Dull-eyed and trembly-voiced,
Dear George, I'll think of you and ways we went
When our young hearts rejoiced.
Then, maybe, by some blazing inglenook
As the day wanes, I'll sit,
Laid open on my knee your poem-book,
Your English briar lit.
And may be you, still young, will visit me,
Stroll up my garden walk,
Whistling the old-time college melody,
And pause an hour, and talk.
In other years when I am gray and bent,
Dull-eyed and trembly-voiced,
Dear George, I'll think of you and ways we went
When our young hearts rejoiced.
Then, maybe, by some blazing inglenook
As the day wanes, I'll sit,
Laid open on my knee your poem-book,
Your English briar lit.
And may be you, still young, will visit me,
Stroll up my garden walk,
Whistling the old-time college melody,
And pause an hour, and talk.
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