A veteran’s service, and with Polycarp
Might say to Death, “For more than fourscore years
He was my Lord—shall I deny Him now?”
No! no! thou could’st not turn away from Him
Who was thy hope in youth, and on whose arm
The feebleness of hoary hairs were staid.
Before His Father, and the Angel host,
He will adjudge thee faithful. So farewell,
Blessed and full of days.
Mrs. Sigourney.