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 <Hkss57 :

WE ARE GROWING oLD.
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 We are growing old---how the thought will rise When glance is backward cast On some long remembered spot that lies In the silence of the past: It may be the shrine of our early VOWS, Or the tomb of early tears; But it seems like far-of isle to us, In the stormy sea of years. Oh, wide and wild are the waves that part Our steps from it's greenness now, And we miss the joy of many heaFts And the light of many a brow; To For deep OCT many a stately bark m nave the whelming pillows rolled, hat steered with us from that early norS-- o, Friends, we are growing cd, Old Tn the dmness and the dust oi our daily tolls and cares: Vld Vld in the wrecks of love and trust Which our burdened memory bears Fac @i,aeh form may wear 10 the passing gaze The bloom of lile's freshness vet, And beems may brighten our latter days. Winch the morning never met. but oh the changes We have seen. Tn the far and winding way: The graves in our path that have grown cfeoa. And the locks that have grown gray lhe winters still on our own may spare The sable or the gold; But we saw their snows upon brighter hair-- And, friends, we are growing old. We have gained the worlds cold wisdom now. We have learned to pause and fear; But where are the living iounls whose flow Was joy of heart 10 hear' We have won the wealth of many cline. And the lore of many page; But where is the hope that saw in tlma But it's boundIess heritngel Will it come again when the violet wakes, And the woods their youth renew? We have stood in the light of sunny brakes, Where the bloom is deep and bluej And our souls might joy in the spring -timo then. But the joy was faint and cold. For il ne'er could give us the youth again ol hearts that are growing old.