From a Longfellow poem about old age
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
(from Morituri Salutamus, written for the 50th reunion of the graduating class from Bowdoin College)
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
(from Morituri Salutamus, written for the 50th reunion of the graduating class from Bowdoin College)