Incipit
On a Poet’s Ninety-First Birthday (To Jonathan Hoag, Esq., February 10, 1922) Blessings on thy natal day, Lighter of the lengthened way! Gorgeous by thy brother sun, As thou turnest ninety-one! Kindled in a happier time, Burneth still thy torch sublime, Destin’d for our joy to save All that former ages gave. Pure as crystal is the light; Restful to the weary sight; Would that all the world might shine, Scriba, with such rays as thine; Long hath been thy fulgent course, Leading beauty from the source; Grateful bow’rs their praise declare, Sweeter for thy passing there. And as now the year …
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Entourage — Jonathan E. Hoag (1)