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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
I. To Bayard Taylor
By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)
On His Fortieth Birthday 1

“WHOM the gods love die young,” we have been told,
  And wise of some the saying seems to be;
  Of others foolish; as it is of thee,
Who proven hast, “Whom the gods love live old.”
For have not forty seasons o’er thee rolled,        5
  The worst propitious,—setting like the sea
  Towards the haven of prosperity,
Now full in sight, so fair the wind doth hold?
Hast thou not fame, the poet’s chief desire;
  A wife, whom thou dost love, who loves thee well;        10
    A child, in whom your differing natures blend;
And friends, troops of them, who respect,—admire?
  (How deeply one, it suits not now to tell;)
    Such lives are long, and have a perfect end.
Note 1. New York, January 11, 1865. [back]

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