THE TRIBUNE.

rsr soSc OF SEVENTY.
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.ro not oId---I csnnot be old,


Trough threescore years and ten
usve wasted away, like tale that lstold,
The lives OF other men:
7 am not old though friends and foes
Alike have gone 10 their graves,
And left me alone 10 my joys or my woes,
AS a rock in the midst OF the waves:
am no; old cannot be old,
Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow IS
Call me not old to-day.
.Forearly memories round me throng,
Old times, and manners, and men;
Az | look behind on my journey so long
OF threescore miles aud ten:
Hook behind, and am once more young,
Buoyaut, and brave, and bold;
And my heart can sing, as Of yore II sung,
Before they called me old.
do not see her-the old wife there
Shrivelled, and haggard, and grey;
But look on her blooming, and soft, and far,
AS she was on her weddlng-day.
| do not see you daughters and sons,
In the likeness OF women and men;
But kiss you now as kissed you once,
My fond little children then.
And az my own grandson rides on my knee,
Or plays with his hoop or kite,
/ can well recollect was merry as he
The bnghteyed little wight
IT'S not long since,-it cannot be long
My years SO soon were spent,
Since l was boy, both siraigh, and stfong'
Yet now am feeble and bent
A dream, dream-itis all a dream


A strange, sad dream, good sooth;
For old as | am, and old as seem,


My heart il full Of youth
Eve hath no, seen, tongue hath not told, -,
And ear hath not heard 1t sung, lolu,
How buoyant and bold, though 1t seem 10 gro"
Is the heart, for ever young;
For ever youns-though llie's old age


Hath every nerve unstrqng;
The heart, the heaII IS heiiS