For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
Happiness was born a twin.