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And a purse when a friend wants to borrow；
I'll envy no Nabob his riches or fame；
Nor what honors may wait him Tomorrow。
From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely
Secured by a neighboring hill；
And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly
By the sound of a murmuring rill。
And while peace and plenty I find at my board；
With a heart free from sickness and sorrow；
With my friends may I share what Today may afford；
And let them spread the table Tomorrow。
And when I at last must throw off this frail covering；
Which I've worn for three…score years and ten；
On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering；
Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again；
But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey；
And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow；
And this old worn…out stuff； which is threadbare Today；
May become everlasting Tomorrow。
John Collins ＇1742？…1808＇
LATE WISDOM
We've trod the maze of error round；
Long wandering in the winding glade；
And now the torch of truth is found；
It only shows us where we strayed：
By long experience taught； we know …
Can rightly judge of friends and foes；
Can all the worth of these allow；
And all the faults discern in those。
Now； 'tis our boast that we can quell
The wildest passions in their rage；
Can their destructive force repel；
And their impetuous wrath assuage。 …
Ah； Virtue！ dost thou arm when now
This bold rebellious race are fled？
When all these tyrants rest； and thou
Art warring with the mighty dead？
George Crabbe ＇1754…1832＇
YOUTH AND AGE
Verse； a breeze 'mid blossoms straying；
Where Hope clung feeding like a bee； …
Both were mine！ Life went a…maying
With Nature； Hope； and Poesy
When I was young！
When I was young？ … Ah； woful When！
Ah； for the change 'twixt Now and Then！
This breathing house not built with hands；
This body that does me grievous wrong；
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands；
How lightly then it flashed along： …
Like those trim skiffs； unknown of yore；
On winding lakes and rivers wide；
That ask no aid of sail or oar；
That fear no spite of wind or tide！
Naught cared this body for wind or weather
When Youth and I lived in't together。
Flowers are lovely； Love is flower…like；
Friendship is a sheltering tree；
Oh！ the joys that came down shower…like；
Of Friendship； Love； and Liberty
Ere I was old！
Ere I was old？ Ah； woful Ere；
Which tells me； Youth's no longer here！
O Youth！ for years so many and sweet；
'Tis known that Thou and I were one。
I'll think it but a fond conceit …
It cannot be that Thou art gone！
Thy vesper…bell hath not yet tolled： …
And thou wert aye a masker bold！
What strange disguise hast now put on
To make believe that thou art gone？
I see these locks in silvery slips；
This drooping gait； this altered size：
But Springtide blossoms on thy lips；
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes！
Life is but thought： so think I will
That Youth and I are house…mates still。
Dewdrops are the gems of morning；
But the tears of mournful eve！
Where no hope is； life's a warning
That only serves to make us grieve
When we are old：
That only serves to make us grieve
With oft and tedious taking…leave；
Like some poor nigh…related guest；
That may not rudely be dismissed；
Yet hath outstayed his welcome while；
And tells the jest without the smile。
Samuel Taylor Coleridge ＇1772…1834＇
THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS
And How He Gained Them
〃You are old； Father William；〃 the young man cried；
〃The few locks which are left you are gray；
You are hale； Father William； … a hearty old man：
Now tell me the reason； I pray。〃
〃In the days of my youth；〃 Father William replied；
〃I remembered that youth would fly fast；
And abused not my health and my vigor at first；
That I never might need them at last。〃
〃You are old； Father William；〃 the young man cried；
〃And pleasures with youth pass away；
And yet you lament not the days that are gone：
Now tell me the reason； I pray。〃
〃In the days of my youth；〃 Father William replied；
〃I remembered that youth could not last；
I thought of the future； whatever I did；
That I never might grieve for the past。〃
〃You are old； Father William；〃 the young man cried；
〃And life must be hastening away；
You are cheerful； and love to converse upon death：
Now tell me the reason； I pray。〃
〃I am cheerful； young man；〃 Father William replied；
〃Let the cause thy attention engage；
In the days of my youth； I remembered my God；
And He hath not forgotten my age。〃
Robert Southey ＇1774…1843＇
TO AGE
Welcome； old friend！ These many years
Have we lived door by door：
The Fates have laid aside their shears
Perhaps for some few more。
I was indocile at an age
When better boys were taught；
But thou at length hast made me sage；
If I am sage in aught。
Little I know from other men；
Too little they from me；
But thou hast pointed well the pen
That writes these lines to thee。
Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope；
One vile； the other vain；
One's scourge； the other's telescope；
I shall not see again：
Rather what lies before my feet
My notice shall engage。 …
He who hath braved Youth's dizzy heat
Dreads not the frost of Age。
Walter Savage Landor ＇1775…1864＇
LATE LEAVES
The leaves are falling； so am I；
The few late flowers have moisture in the eye；
So have I too。
Scarcely on any bough is heard
Joyous； or even unjoyous； bird
The whole wood through。
Winter may come： he brings but nigher
His circle （yearly narrowing） to the fire
Where old friends meet。
Let him； now heaven is overcast；
And spring and summer both are past；
And all things sweet。
Walter Savage Landor ＇1775…1864＇
YEARS
Years； many parti…colored years；
Some have crept on； and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone。
Years； not so many； are to come；
Years not so varied； when from you
One more will fall： when； carried home；
I see it not； nor hear Adieu。
Walter Savage Landor ＇1775…1864＇
THE RIVER OF LIFE
The more we live； more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages：
A day to childhood seems a year；
And years like passing ages。
The gladsome current of our youth；
Ere passion yet disorders；
Steals； lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders。
But as the careworn cheek grows wan；
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker；
Ye Stars； that measure life to man；
Why seem your courses quicker？
When joys have lost their bloom and breath；
And life itself is vapid；
Why； as we reach the Falls of Death；
Feel we its tide more rapid？
It may be strange … yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding；
When one by one our friends have gone
And left our bosoms bleeding？
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