There were times when the joy in his heart overran

At a smile from one who knew him in truth;

There were times, years later, when merely a tear

From a grateful eye

Would have seem’d more dear

Than all the glitter that gold could buy;

But, alas! in age, when character stands

As fix’d as yon monument, then it demands,

Ere aught can move it, far more, far more

Than the cheer or the sigh that had stirr’d it of yore.