And freshen the gold of the tarnished frame,
And gild with a rhyme your household name;
So you shall smile on us brave and bright
As first you greeted the morning’s light,
And live untroubled by woes and fears
Through a second youth of a hundred years.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
A REMINISCENCE
“C’etait en Avril, le Dimanche.”—Pailleron