To gaze last on the glory of the sun?
Molest me not, then. Leave me to employ
The hours that yet remain to me. I love
To think my great-grandchildren will enjoy
The shade and shelter of this embryo grove.
Meantime I live, I breathe, and I may even
Share for some years to come the gifts of Heaven.
Alas! even I may see the morning-light
Shine more than once, young men! upon your graves!”
The Old Man spake a truth which Time revealed:—