Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch <br />Of beauty or of truth, <br />Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, <br />The hopefulness of youth, <br />The courage of the gentle heart, <br />The wisdom of the pure, <br />The strength of finely tempered souls <br />To labour and endure! <br /> <br />The blue of springtime in your eyes <br />Was never quenched by pain; <br />And winter brought your head the crown <br />Of snow without a stain. <br />The poet's mind, the prince's heart, <br />You kept until the end, <br />Nor ever faltered in your work, <br />Nor ever failed a friend.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edmund-clarence-stedman/
