...cannot but think how triumphantly Mr. Smith in his own life refuted the pathetic picture in the poem: But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all...head, That it seems as if he said, They are gone." Not so with Hopkinson Smith. Seventy-seven years old when he died; it was within a few weeks of his...

...poem The Last Leaf : They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. Mr. President, my memory goes back to the Seventy-fifth Congress when, with the turn of the tide of...

...known when he wrote — "Tis said that In his prime Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. A loving and devoted husband and father, a kindly and sympathetic neighbor, a substantial and civic-minded...

...that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the cryer on his round Through the town. " But now he walks the streets And he looks at all he meets So forlorn; And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said, They are gone. "The mossy marbles...

...ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through...it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marhles rest On the lips that he has prest Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma...

...OBCA The Last Leaf 15 They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down. Not a S; SeCP; TOP The Ecstasy 20 And whilst our souls negotiate there (1. 7—12) 16 And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile,...

...passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all...head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." An immensely popular poem all over the country, it was memorized by, among others, Abraham Lincoln,...

...ground With his, cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knif e of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through...shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear...