| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Evening | | By Wendell Phillips Garrison (1840–1907) |
| | | AGE cannot wither her whom not gray hairs | |
| Nor furrowed cheeks have made the thrall of Time; | |
| For Spring lies hidden under Winter’s rime, | |
| And violets know the victory is theirs. | |
| Even so the corn of Egypt, unawares, | 5 |
| Proud Nilus shelters with engulfing slime; | |
| So Etna’s hardening crust a more sublime | |
| Volley of pent-up fires at last prepares. | |
| O face yet fair, if paler, and serene | |
| With sense of duty done without complaint! | 10 |
| O venerable crown!—a living green, | |
| Strength to the weak, and courage to the faint— | |
| Thy bleaching locks, thy wrinkles, have but been | |
| Fresh beads upon the rosary of a saint. | | | | |
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