May add to every hole a stroke,
Yet, Colonel, if your grace awards
Some place among the minor bards,
Who sing the Game to me—Ah, then,
I am the happiest of men!
If me from this no fate debars
Then my swelled head shall strike the stars.
[12]Read at the Farewell Dinner at the Old Toronto Golf Club House, October 19th, 1912, Col. G. A. Sweny, the President of the Club, in the Chair.
When You and I were Young[13]
When you and I were babes, Adam,