Chapter 53 No.53

"Enough of foresight sad, too much

Of retrospect have I;

And well for me, that I, sometimes,

Can put those feelings by.

There speaks the man we knew of yore,

Well pleased, I hear them say;

Such was he, in his lighter moods,

Before our heads were gray.

Buoyant he was in spirit, quick

Of fancy, light of heart;

And care,