Poem February 20, 1902 Issue

Perpetual Youth

Oliver Wendell Holmes with contributions from Emerson

'Tis yet high day, thy staff resume,
And fight fresh battles for the truth;
For what is age but youth's full bloom,
A riper, more transcendent youth?
A weight of gold
Is never old;
Streams broader grow as downward rolled.

At sixty-two life has begun;
At seventy-three begin once more:
Fly swifter as thou near'st the sun,
And brighter shine at eighty-four,
At ninety-five
Shouldst thou arrive,
Still wait on God, and work and thrive.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

No man can learn what he has not preparation for learning. ... Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened.—Emerson.

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