ope now abiding, faith long ago, Never a shadow between. White of the lilacs and white of the snow, Seventy and sixteen.
Mary Gray Morrison.
In English, French, Italian, German, Greek, Our many-gifted President can speak. Wit, Wisdom, world-wide Knowledge grace her tongue And she is only Eighty-six years young!
Nathan Haskell Dole.
How to be gracious?
How to be true? Poet, and Seer, and Woman too? To crown with Spring the Winter's brow? Here is the answer: this is Howe.
Mary Elizabeth Blake.
If man could change the universe By force of epigrams in verse, He'd smash some idols, I allow, But who would alter Mrs. Howe?
Lady who lovest and who livest Peace, And yet didst write Earth's noblest battle song At Freedom's bidding,--may thy fame increase Till dawns the warless age for which we long!
Frederic Lawrence Knowles.
Dot oldt Fader Time must be cutting some dricks, Vhen he calls our goot Bresident's age eighty-six. An octogeranium!
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