Incipit
Jonathan E. Hoag, Esq. On His Eighty-seventh Birthday, February 10, 1918 As wise Minerva with Olympian rage Perceives the follies of a careless age; Mourns the dull nonsense of Boeotian rhyme, And trembles at the Vandal march of time; As laboring Art, resentful of the wrong, Deserts the precincts of unnatural song; The languid Nine an heav’nly succor feel, And daring magic stirs their sluggish zeal: The blue-eyed maid, whose mercy never sleeps, From the bright past a living minstrel keeps! Hail, honour’d Hoag, whose Heliconian lay Grows sweeter as thy laurell’d locks grow gray; To whom the y …
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