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To Mrs. Jane Lathrop Stanford, On Her
Seventieth Birthday
August 25, 1898.

To you, beneath life's reddening sunset ray,
Seeing what visions with reverted eyes! -
Hope, joy, and anguish, boundless sacrifice,
And faith triumphant on the Dolorous Way;
To you, in sign of all words cannot say,
Thankful at least to know your sorrow lies
Safe locked now with the dead years' sanctities,
This friendly token let us bring to-day.

For us, still sorrow that your years creep on;
For you, but gladness. The world's claim is quit -
Fulfilled, and nobly. Happy, who can sit
At eventide and look back to the dawn
Saying, Not empty has the day withdrawn.
Wait for the sunset; peace comes after it.

A.G. Newcomer.