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Show Grow Old Along With Me. Yes, they are gliding swiftly by, there's no two ways about It. We sigh to think that we are growing old, sadly, inevitably growing old; that the evil days draw nigh when thou shalt say: "I have no pleasure In them;" when the summer shower of disappointment and of grief shalt not pass as once it did, and the sunt come out again pretty soon as once it did, but the clouds return after the rain, the bleak November sky of old age when the clouds return after the rain. Let them be "hours of toll and danger," if they must be, but, oh. how gladly would we detain them! There is so much for us to do or ever the evil days shall come. We are like Lear that held his dead daughter Id his arms and cried aloud: "Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little'" EugenG Wood, in Collier's. |