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.