SEMI-CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION 163 



In the desolation of other times. May I 



Still remember the bright hours that found me 



Walking over the silent hills of my childhood, 



Or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river 



When a light glowed within me 



And I promised my early God to have 



Courage amid the tempests of the changing years. 



Spare me from the bitterness and sharp passion 



Of unguarded moments. May I not forget 



That poverty and riches are of the spirit. 



Though the world knows me not, 



May my thought and actions be such 



As shall keep me friendly with myself. 



Lift my eyes from the earth and let me 



Not forget the uses of the stars. 



Forbid that I should judge others, lest I condemn myself. 



Let me not feel the glamour of the world, 



But walk calmly in my path. Give me 



A few friends who will love me for what I am; 



And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps 



The kindly light of hope; and though 



Age and infirmity overtake me, and I 



Come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, 



Teach me still to be thankful for life, 



And for time's olden moments that are 



Good and sweet; and may the evening twilight 



Find me gentle, still. 



