With in-born radiance, more and more,

Illume the shades of Sixty-four.

Nay, let a yet diviner power

Glorify thy latter hour:

Too long faithless and forlorn

Earthly image thou hast borne;

Now that heavenly impress seek,

Which, when flesh is frail and weak,

Gives the soul new power to soar

Eagle-winged, at Sixty-four.