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O Friend of mine, the friend of men and books, 
Time’s shadow rests serenely in thy looks. 
The volume of thy life doth yet abide, 
Numbered and catalogued and classified; 
A tome where every page doth illustrate 
A life to duty fully consecrate; 
A book from title-page to colophon 
Bright with the story of success well won; 
Not shelved as yet but bound to circulate 
Among its fellows at no laggard rate. 
Not yet shall we write Finis at the end, 
Nor Heaven’s library forestall our Friend. 
Time! that so many things adorns or queers, 
Deal gently with his long and-lingering years, 
And may the sun-set glory of his age— 
The solomn twilight—bless life's later stage— 
Our Grand Old Man, loved citizen and sage ! 
J. A. T. 
