I dare aver He is a brave discoverer Of climes his elders do not know. He has more learning than appears On the scroll of twice three thousand years.
Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, Slipped from my hold-thus plenty comes and goes. One friend I had, but he too loosed his hand (Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.
Give me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!
I dare aver He is a brave discoverer Of climes his elders do not know. He has more learning than appears On the scroll of twice three thousand years.