SIXTY AND SIX 337 
The blind shall see, the lowly rise, 
And work in peace Time’s wondrous will. 
Some day, without a trumpet’s call, 
This news will o’er the world be blown : 
“ The heritage comes back to all! 
The myriad monarchs take their own!” 
SIXTY AND SIX: OR A FOUNTAIN OF 
YOUTH 
“ Fons, delicium domus.” 
MARTIAL, 
Joy of the morning, 
Darling of dawning, 
Blithe little, lithe little daughter of mine! 
While with thee ranging 
Sure I’m exchanging 
Sixty of my years for six years like thine. 
Wings cannot vie with thee, 
Lightly I fly with thee 
Gay as the thistle-down over the lea. 
Life is all magic, 
Comic or tragic, 
Played as thou playest it daily with me. 
Floating and ringing, 
Thy merry singing 
Comes when the light comes, like that of the 
birds. 
