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Show 5 At Fourscore. Call her not old. nlthousli the flight ot years Has measured on the allotted term of life. Call Iit not old, slnco neither doubts nor Hnvc quenched her hope throughout tho Ions, long strife. They are not old, though days of youth are fled. Who qunft tho brimming cup of peace and Joyt They nro not old who from life's hidden hid-den sprint" Find draughts which still refresh but never cloy. For what are years, though flying ne'er no fast? A year' a day If full of gladsome test) Hut who shall measure time, when hopes are pastT A day's a year If sorrow Is the guest. The secret of perpetual youth Is hers Who finds delight In deeds of kindness wrought; No age can dim the luster of her crown Wtmio days with loving ministry are fraught. Peace to her then! a calm, unruffled peace! Until her pilgrimage nt last Is o'er. Until the Valhera summons call her home To greut the dear companions gone bo-fore bo-fore t Tho Outlook. |