|Collection||Kate Strong Historical Library|
|Title||This Day 60 Years of Age|
|Creator||Shepard Alonzo Mount|
|Dates of Creation||1864/07/17|
|Scope & Content||
This day sixty years of age, July 17, 1864
Within the years I now have run
The gauntlet of allotted time,
And yet how little I have done
To fit me for that better clime.
The wasted seasons go and come,
While years fly fearfully away,
And death has left my earthly home
The relic of a happier day.
Or years remembered `oft with pain
Yet doomed to feel, and sigh to know,
They never can return again,
And thus I follow, sad and slow.
Nature is wondrous to my eyes,
And artists shout her glories share
But I could never paint a sky
That made me feel my home was there
This fruitless toil may be forgiven,
And now to gain a place of bliss;
No more, may man, the face of Heaven,
With pigments then applied amiss.
On back "Sixty Years
|Notes||Had been folded to 5 x 2-12/16" and "Sixty Years" hand written|