The Old Mans Comforts,
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AND HOW HE GAINED THEN.


SouTHRY.
You are DID, Father William the young man cried
The few locks which are left you are grey
You are bale, Father William, hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason, pray.
In the days Of my youth. Father Willism replied,
/ remembel'd that youth ould hy fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour ut first,
Ihst never might need them at last.
You are old, Father William, the young man cried
And pleasures with youth pass awey,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
Now tell me the reason, pray.
In the days Of my yo nth Father William replied,
Remembered that youth could not last;
I thought OF the future whatever l did,
That never might grieve for the past.
You are old Father William, the young man cried
And life must be hastening away
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death
Now tell me the reason pray.
l am cheerful, young man, Father William replied
Let the cguse, thy attention engage;
In the days OF my youth Remembered my God
And He hath not forgotten my age.