JAMES L. FLOODAs oft it happens in the youth of dayThat mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray,Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme,Smites and dispels them with a steeper beam,So you the vapors that begirt your birthConsumed, and manifested all your worth.But still one early vice obstructs the lightAnd sullies all the visible and brightDisplay of mind and character. You write.
As oft it happens in the youth of dayThat mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray,Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme,Smites and dispels them with a steeper beam,So you the vapors that begirt your birthConsumed, and manifested all your worth.But still one early vice obstructs the lightAnd sullies all the visible and brightDisplay of mind and character. You write.