Methinks my friends grow beauteous in my sight, As the years make their havoc of sweet things; Like the intenser glory of the light When the sad bird of Autumn sits and sings. Ah! woe is me! ah! Memory, Be cheerful, thanking God for things that be.
Enjoy reading Ms. Howe's best-known poem, The Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Return to the Julia Ward Howe library , or . . . Read the next poem; Mother's Day Proclamation