My Wars are laid away in Books-
I have one Battle more-
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o'er-
And hesitated me between
And others at my side,
But chose the best-Neglecting me-till
All the rest, have died-
How sweet if I am not forgot
By Chums that passed away-
Since Playmates at threescore and ten
Are such a scarcity-