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 v/ith 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 v/orld. 



But v/alk calmly in my path. Give me 



A few friends who will love me for v/hat 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. 



