A Poet, Too.

A Poet, Too.
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The Rochester (N. Y.) Times ваув:
“Johu Howard Bryant, an only surviving
brother of William Cullen Bryant, agod
about 30 years, resides in Princeton, Ill.
He is unknown to fame, but not for want
of native ability, which, judging from the
following freshly written gem, might have
made him as illustrious as his brother.
The lines are entitled “Close to Ninety.”
and were evoked by the action of a Belle-
fontaine, Ohio, Bryant literary society in
making him an honorary member:
“Here now I stand, upon life’s outer verge,
Close at my my feet an ocean wide and deep,
Dark, sullen, silent and without a surge,
Where earth’s past myrlads lle dreamless sleep. In
‘Tis here I stand without a thrill of fear,
In loneliness allied to the sublime:
The broken links of love that bound ma here
Lie shattered on this treacherous shoal of time.
But still cling to friends who yet re main,
Cling to the glorious scenes that round me lle,
Striving to stay the haste of years im vain
As swifter yet the winged moments fly Idly, I seek the future to explore,
I partly know what is, but naught that is before.”