When I am old and my hair is gray
I’ll ever think of you.
“All of us have a secret love
Some, memories of yesterday,
Like cake to finish a good square meal
It cheers us on our way.
—Caleb Gridley.”
Paris, Vt., June 2, 1871.
The old man watched the youth’s face closely as he read. There was pathetic anxiety in the question which followed:
“Well,” demanded Caleb, “what’s your opinion? There was folks said it was good enough to have published—once! But I couldn’t—I couldn’t!”