Underwoods

In the States

With half a heart I wander here

As from an age gone by

A brother - yet though young in years.

An elder brother, I.

You speak another tongue than mine,

Though both were English born.

I towards the night of time decline,

You mount into the morn.

Youth shall grow great and strong and free,

But age must still decay:

To-morrow for the States - for me,

England and Yesterday.

SAN FRANCISCO.