In boyhood's prime our four years' course being done
In band of numbers unsurpass'd before,
All said,—as richest gems we counted o'er,—
"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won."
Again, when now brief interval was run,
Our toils renew'd as long a time once more
In Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.—
Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.—
A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;
Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,