Like as a seaman in a sinking barque.
Time, swiftly rolling, ’printeth on his cheek
A hallow’d countenance, imbued with care;
Once mighty,—humble, thankful now, and meek,
And regular at morn’ and evening pray’r.
Obedient to God’s laws of life and death,
Old Age prepares to meet Eternity!—
Deep furrows on his brow, and shorten’d breath,
Are tokenings of his infirmity.
Recurs to him (when at his social board)—