I LOVE old faces mellow wise, That smile; their young-old laughing eyes Undimmed, still view, in sheer pretense Of youth, their own sweet innocence. I love old hands that trembling bless Youth’s wild impetuous duress; That find in childhood’s tangled cares, Life’s answers to unuttered prayers. Old things to me are dear and best: Old faith—that after life is rest; That somehow, from above our will, God works His gracious marvels still. Goodnight LADIES
Posted on: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 05:23:12 +0000
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