| HOWEVER much you love the nightly past,
Its useless customs where they dormant lie, Its musty odors, which you longing sigh To breathe again, as in its hallowed cast You mould your character___even the last Of ages, with its standards looking high___ Yet the present, oh, my brother, don't decry, Though you think this age unwisely is too fast. For of all the ages that have passed away___ Of many ages all combined in one, With Time himself grown hoary in their course___ Our age alone has seen the light of day; To us the crown of victory is won; Wisdom declares her laws our standing force. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 48-49
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