. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . 71 BLIND BOYS. T) Y George, its very nearly twelve oclock !-^ And were to start at seven, eh. Sir Guy ?Which being so, Ill say good-night in blockTo this especially good company. And a propos de bottes, as I retireSole champion of an antiquated view Of Love and Life, forgive me if I fire One Parthian shot into the brown of you. Youth-^like to Manna in the Wilderness—Spreads out its glittering chances day by day, And day by day the waning stores grow less,And hoarded or unreaped alike decay. You turn away from the celestial food Strewn for your banquet
. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . 71 BLIND BOYS. T) Y George, its very nearly twelve oclock !-^ And were to start at seven, eh. Sir Guy ?Which being so, Ill say good-night in blockTo this especially good company. And a propos de bottes, as I retireSole champion of an antiquated view Of Love and Life, forgive me if I fire One Parthian shot into the brown of you. Youth-^like to Manna in the Wilderness—Spreads out its glittering chances day by day, And day by day the waning stores grow less,And hoarded or unreaped alike decay. You turn away from the celestial food Strewn for your banquet by benignant skies, And, masters only of the merry mood,Spurn each neglected offering as it / n So did not I, thank God ! Loves sunny landsIn grateful retrospect I still descry, Albeit that a tear-stained head-stone standsTo mar the foreground of my memory. Gay Cynics of the smoking-room, take careLest haply some of you may sometime say, Why are we not to-day what once we were ?Or, why not once that which we are to-day ?
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