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. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures.. . ing fonder of rny staff,Irn growing dimmer in the eyes, Im growing fainter in my laugh,Im growing deeper in iny sighs, Im growing careless of my dress,Im growing frugal of my gold, Im growing wise, Im growing—yes,Im growing old. I see it in my changing taste,I see it in my changing hair, I see it in my growing waist,I see it in my growing heir ; A thousand signs proclaim the truth.As plain as ever truth was told. That even in my vaunted 3outh, Im growing old. Ah me ! my very laurels

. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures.. . ing fonder of rny staff,Irn growing dimmer in the eyes, Im growing fainter in my laugh,Im growing deeper in iny sighs, Im growing careless of my dress,Im growing frugal of my gold, Im growing wise, Im growing—yes,Im growing old. I see it in my changing taste,I see it in my changing hair, I see it in my growing waist,I see it in my growing heir ; A thousand signs proclaim the truth.As plain as ever truth was told. That even in my vaunted 3outh, Im growing old. Ah me ! my very laurels Stock Photo
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. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures.. . ing fonder of rny staff,Irn growing dimmer in the eyes, Im growing fainter in my laugh,Im growing deeper in iny sighs, Im growing careless of my dress,Im growing frugal of my gold, Im growing wise, Im growing—yes,Im growing old. I see it in my changing taste,I see it in my changing hair, I see it in my growing waist,I see it in my growing heir ; A thousand signs proclaim the truth.As plain as ever truth was told. That even in my vaunted 3outh, Im growing old. Ah me ! my very laurels breatheThe tale in my reluctant ears, And every boon the hours bequeatheBut makes me debtor to the Years. Een Flatterys honeyed words declareThe secret slie would fain withhold. And tell me, in How young you are,Im growing old. Thanks for the years whose rapiil tliglitMy sombre muse too sadly sings ! Thanks for the gli^anis of golden lightThat tint the tlarkness of their wings: Tlie light that beams from out tlie sky.Those heavenly mansions to unfold Where all are blest, and none may sigh Im growing old.. My days pass pleasantly away My nights are blessed with sweetest sleep; I feel no symptoms of decay, ave no cause to monrn or weep; My foes are impotent and shy, My friends are neither false nor cold; And yet, of late, I often sigh: Im growing old. THE STORMY P^.TRiiL. 439

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