52. THE DEATH OF REV. DR. I. NICHOLS.(notes)In boyhood's prime our four years' course being doneIn band of numbers unsurpass'd before,All said,—as richest gems we counted o'er,—"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won."Again, when now brief interval was run,Our toils renew'd as long a time once moreIn Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.—Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.—A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,When thy keen eyes were clos'd in deepest night:Yet 'twas thy birth to life without an end!Thy trust be mine—is now my sick-bed pray'r—In God's own Son, who came our sins to bear.
52. THE DEATH OF REV. DR. I. NICHOLS.(notes)
In boyhood's prime our four years' course being doneIn band of numbers unsurpass'd before,All said,—as richest gems we counted o'er,—"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won."Again, when now brief interval was run,Our toils renew'd as long a time once moreIn Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.—Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.—A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,When thy keen eyes were clos'd in deepest night:Yet 'twas thy birth to life without an end!Thy trust be mine—is now my sick-bed pray'r—In God's own Son, who came our sins to bear.
In boyhood's prime our four years' course being done
In band of numbers unsurpass'd before,
All said,—as richest gems we counted o'er,—
"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won."
Again, when now brief interval was run,
Our toils renew'd as long a time once more
In Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.—
Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.—
A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;
Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,
When thy keen eyes were clos'd in deepest night:
Yet 'twas thy birth to life without an end!
Thy trust be mine—is now my sick-bed pray'r—
In God's own Son, who came our sins to bear.