Show the song of seventy NM BY M F TUPPER if I 1 amnot am not nob old I 1 cannot be old though threescore years fears and ten have wasted away like ilke a tale that is told the lives or other men I 1 am not old though friends and foes alike have gone pone to their graves craves and left me alone to my jois jobs or my woes boes As a rock in the midst of the waves i I 1 am not old 1 I cannot be he old though tottering tottering t wrinkled and gray I 1 though my eyes a are r adim dim and my marrow is 1 I cold coid call cail al I 1 me me not old today to day i eor for eor for early memories bourd roul d me throng old times limes and manners and men As I 1 look behind on my journey so long of threescore miles and ten I 1 look behind and am once more young youn 0 I 1 buoyant and an brave drave and bold anday heart can sing m as of yore it sung before they called me old I 1 do not see bae ee her er the old wife there shrivelled Shrivel led and haggard and gray but aut alook I 1 look on her blooming ancl and soft and fair i As she was on her wedding day I 1 do i not see you daug daughters titers liters and sons soils inobe ln be likeness of women and men ii bl it t I 1 kiss you now as I 1 kissed you ou once my ly fond foad little children then an anly ay iy as as my own gra grandson nd on rides ribes on my knee kree or alvs pla pia s with his hoop hooper or lite kite I 1 can leh we ll 11 recollect I 1 was merry as he Th the bright ebright eyed little tig ii not riot long since it cannot I 1 be ion lon long iong my years yearb so soon were sp spent ent S nce cel cei I 1 was a boy liny both strai straight ht arid and strong lg yet now am I 1 feeble feebie and b bent int ent I 1 adr aar A dream e a m a dream it is all a dream A strang strange esad sad bad dream good sooth 01 for old as I 1 am and old ola as I 1 seem my aly heart is full lull I 1 ull uli of youth i t i eye hath not seen to tongee hath bath not told andijar hath not heard beard ad it sung how buoyant and bold though it seems to grow old Is the heart for ever young fr por ever young though lifes old oh ake age age I lath hath every e ery nerve nen e un srun th the e he heart rt the heart is a heritage that keeps the old man gungl |