Incipit
To Jonathan Hoag, Esq. On His 88th Birthday, February 10, 1919 Once more auspicious Time, in annual round, Shows a skill’d bard, with added laurels crown’d; Whilst eager throngs, well-pleas’d with lenient Fate, Acclaim harmonious HOAG, turn’d eighty-eight! What may we say, as we with joy behold One who can flourish, never growing old; Whose moving strains our list’ning grandsires knew, Yet who can charm ourselves with art as true? What may we write of his Parnassian Jays Beyond our censure, and above our praise? Life is a mountain, reaching to the sky, With peak for ever hid, supremely high; …
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Entourage — Jonathan E. Hoag (2)