Michiganensian. [1900]

To An Ideal Old Age.
T. M. MARSHALL.
LIVE ON, dear lady, for thy life
Is consecrated unto good;
Thy worship, noble when a wife,
Is nobler in thy widowhood.
No thought of self, save self restraint,
Each thought maternal in it's love;
Those knowing thee would call thee saint,
And know thou wilt be saint above.
The sunshine in thy silvern hair
Surrounds thy head with holy light;
Thy features are exceeding fair,
Thy soul shines through like stars at night.
When I am old (if age be mine),
I ask no greater earthly boon,
Than that my life may be like thine,
An old age of perpetual June.