Jean Ingelow,
Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes…
“ Behold! he marks the fair white monument, And on its face the golden words displayed, For sixty years their lustre have not spent; He sitteth by it and is not afraid, But in its shadow he is well content; And envies not, though bright their gleamings are, The golden letters of the vanished star.He gazeth up; exceeding bright appears That golden legend to his aged eyes, For they are dazzled till they fill with tears, And his lost Youth doth like a vision rise; She saith to him, "In all these toilsome years, What hast thou won by work or enterprise? ”
