I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.

Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.

It is a kingly act to help the fallen.

It is a kingly act to help the fallen.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

Yeeres know more then bookes.

Yeeres know more then bookes.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.