Sonnet XXV. To Baptist Noel

by John Moultrie

John Moultrie

Noel, our paths, in academic days,
Lay far apart, though by one Mother bred,
And with her noblest sons together fed
On food which healthiest intellects doth raise:
But thou, even then, didst walk in Wisdom's ways
With steadfast purpose; while my heart and head,
To loftier aims and aspirations dead,
Cared but to win a worthless crown of bays,
Which then, with childish fickleness, I cast
Even to the winds; now middle age is here,
And haply all my better days are past
With small improvement; while thou, year by year,
Art hiving glory, which for aye shall last,
When he, whose cross thou bearest, shall appear.

Last updated July 21, 2017