Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of FriendshipThe Boys
Oliver Wendell Holmes (18091894)[Harvard]
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If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Hang the Almanac’s cheat and the Catalogue’s spite!
Old Time is a liar! We ’re twenty to-night!
He ’s tipsy,—young jackanapes!—show him the door!
“Gray temples at twenty?”—Yes! white, if we please;
Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there ’s nothing can freeze!
Look close,—you will see not a sign of a flake!
We want some new garlands for those we have shed,—
And these are white roses in place of the red.
Of talking (in public) as if we were old:
That boy we call “Doctor,” and this we call “Judge;”—
It ’s a neat little fiction,—of course it ’s all fudge.
“Mr. Mayor,” my young one, how are you to-night?
That ’s our “Member of Congress,” we say when we chaff;
There ’s the “Reverend” What ’s his name?—don’t make me laugh!
Made believe he had written a wonderful book,
And the R
So they chose him right in,—a good joke it was too!
That could harness a team with a logical chain;
When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire,
We called him “The Justice,” but now he ’s “The Squire.”
Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith,
But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,—
Just read on his medal, “My country,” “of thee!”
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done;
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all!
And I sometimes have asked, Shall we ever be men?
Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay,
Till the last dear companion drop smiling away?
The stars of its winter, the dews of its May!
And when we have done with our life-lasting toys,
Dear Father, take care of thy children, T