Goodbye My Fancy（五）

    AFTER surmounting three-score and ten，

    With all their chances， changes， losses， sorrows，

    My parents' deaths， the vagaries of my life， the many tearing

    passions of me， the war of '63 and '4，

    As some old broken soldier， after a long， hot， wearying

    march， or haply after battle，

    To-day at twilight， hobbling， answering company roll-call，

    Here， with vital voice，

    Reporting yet， saluting yet the Officer over all.