“ Old age came down the steep of years, Beneath life's burden bending; With tottering steps he feebly trod, And breathing sighs and prayers to God, He met with youth ascending. 'Ah, whither dost thou bend thy course?' Said he whose head was hoary--- 'I go,' said youth, 'to yonder heighth, Where through long vistas, glancing bright Are Honor, Wealth, and Glory. ”
