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(On a quote of Robert Browning)                I

“Grow old along with me!

The best

is yet to be,

the last

of life,

for which

the first

was made.





Our times are in His hand

Who saith,

'A whole I planned,

youth shows

but half;

Trust God:

See all, nor be

afraid!'”



                  II

My times are trailing long

behind

me where I've gone;

they wind --

vistas

of joy,

my awe

to see!



My life is not misspent;

I loved

each place I went.

I dared

and moved

beyond

the paths Fate laid

for me.



             III                                          

Oh, Hounds of Death, be still,

sated

be with thy fill.

Those flown,

we loved,

whom you

have born away!





Our spirits soar to God,

left, lone

sad paths we've trod.

Glorious            

our gain,              

His plan.

His will:

our good.



              IV

Our joyous pinions spread

from earth.

For Christ hath said,

"I have  

prepared

mansions

er'e earth

was formed."



Grow young again with me!

What Youth

could never see:

first kiss,

lust's blush,

were not

so sweet

as these !



             I

“Grow old along with me!

The best

is yet to be,

the last

of life,

for which

the first

was made.





Our times are in His hand

Who saith,

'A whole I planned,

youth shows

but half;

Trust God:

See all, nor be

afraid!'”