<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the venerable General Gaines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head,<br> And left some traces on thy gallant form,<br> Upon thy soul no hoar-frost has he shed,<br> Nor chilled the heart that yet beats true and warm.<br> <br> And he, in whom the glow of early feeling,<br> Youth's fire and ardor, are not dimmed and cold,<br> Who still life's morning freshness is revealing, --<br> Howe'er Time's record stands, can ne'er grow old.<br> <br> The fabled fountain of immortal youth,<br> That Ponce de Leon sought with such unrest,<br> In far-off southern isles, thou'st found in truth;<br> Its living waters gush within thy breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115243" data-title="To the venerable General Gaines de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head,/ And left some traces on thy gallant form,/ Upon thy soul no hoar-frost has he shed,/ Nor chilled the heart that yet beats true and warm./ / And he, in whom the glow of early feeling,/ Youth's fir..."></div> </div> </div>

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