NOT rusting ease, but duty's wear, is blest-|
The proverb of man's wasting day declares -
Here labors one who scorns corroding rest,
Whose works attuned in brain and heart attest
His stayless nature neither rusts nor wears.
Like tapers buoyed, in clear unceasing glow,
In limpid fluid pendant at a shrine,
His buoyant deeds unresting radiance show,
With beams above and grateful oil below
Wherein the lights at once may float and shine.
Long may his lamp of life in bright emission
Its benison -to the shrine of youth bequeath,
A genial oil relieving heart attrition,
While effluent flame relumes each dimmed condition -
Fed by his flow of kindliness beneath.
|A BOY'S CHRISTMAS GREETING||CONTENTS||WEALTH AND WORTH|