Poems (Storrie)/Old Age
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Old Age.
I will not weep because my day has waned
And brought the twilight, though the long long years
That lie beyond, and are so deeply veined
With light and shadow and the dew of tears
Tug at my heart and bid me glance behind,
Still shall I strive to meet the gathering gloom
With an unfaltering heart, and mayhap find
Across my path some lingering flower in bloom;
There is no road of all our eyes have seen
So smooth and peaceful as the homeward way,
There is no hour of all the glittering day
So sweet as twilight, and methinks between
The lights of time and of eternity
A benediction shall encompass me.
And brought the twilight, though the long long years
That lie beyond, and are so deeply veined
With light and shadow and the dew of tears
Tug at my heart and bid me glance behind,
Still shall I strive to meet the gathering gloom
With an unfaltering heart, and mayhap find
Across my path some lingering flower in bloom;
There is no road of all our eyes have seen
So smooth and peaceful as the homeward way,
There is no hour of all the glittering day
So sweet as twilight, and methinks between
The lights of time and of eternity
A benediction shall encompass me.