To Hall B. Rand

By George Sterling

Happy the man whose age attains
  Repute and rank among the best!
Whose soul no breath of rumor stains
  Nor hath remorse for daily guest.

On him the years as laurels sit,
  For Duty at his side hath stood;
Thro him the grateful gods permit
  A living witness unto good.

Him shall the love of men surround,
  And wisdom shield from darker cares,
Who virtue to the end hath found
  And honor whiter than his hairs.

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