It is my desire that I may close the life I cannot live over in the city where it began, surrounded by loved ones in whose lives I have lived. I can think of no more fitting close to this lecture than to use a thought borrowed from another, in paying a tribute to my old Kentucky home:
On her blue-grass bed in youth
I rolled and romped and rested;
At the altars of her church
I learned in whom I trusted.
'Tis here my honored parents sleep,
A dear sweet babe reposes,
And o'er my darling daughter's grave
Blossom the summer roses.
'Tis here my marriage vows were given,