Page:The Old Road to Paradise.djvu/87

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TO A YOUNG GIRL AT A WINDOW
The Poor Old Soul plods down the street,
Contented, and forgetting
How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild
And how her life is setting;

And you lean out to watch her there,
And pity, nor remember,
That Youth is hard, and Life is hard,
And quiet is December.

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