Aged man, with locks so hoary,

high estate dost thou possess!

They appear thy crown of glory

in the way of righteousness.


Jewels, not of man’s preparing,

form the shining diadem,

thou art from thy sovereign wearing:

God’s own finger silvered them.


Thine are honors, proved and heightened

by the gift of lengthened years;

in afliction’s furnace brightened,

tried by cares, and washed with tears.


Like thy Master, meek and lowly,

thou a thorny earth hast trod;

with thy breast a high and holy

temple of the living God.


Aged saint, thy form is bending,

sere and withered, to the tomb;

but thy spirit, upward tending,

budded for immortal bloom.

Hannah Flagg Gould.  EEUU (1789-1865)

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