Now vernal cares no more annoy,
And wisdom takes the place of joy,
I shall be there, as in past years,
To share your steps, to dry your tears,
To note how Autumn days have brought
Feelings mature and mellow thought,
The fruitful grief for others’ smart,
The ripeness of a human heart.
And, when the winds wax rude and loud,
And Winter weaves the stark year’s shroud,