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152 On his young promise Beauty smiled,

Drew his free homage unbeguiled,

And prosperous Age held out his hand,

And richly his large future planned,

And troops of friends enjoyed the tide,—

All, all was given, and only health denied.

I see him with superior smile

Hunted by Sorrow's grisly train

In lands remote, in toil and pain,

With angel patience labor on,

With the high port he wore erewhile,

When, foremost of the youthful band,

The prizes in all lists he won;

Nor bate one jot of heart or hope,

And, least of all, the loyal tie

Which holds to home 'neath every sky,

The joy and pride the pilgrim feels

In hearts which round the hearth at home

Keep pulse for pulse with those who roam.