A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
Too low they build who build below the skies.
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
The man of wisdom is the man of years.