Show N ht THE LONG MORROW tomorrow TO 4 old age that strains the web of life and checks that shuttles eager paces brings rest from al all ail I 1 the worlds vain strife ano ani leaves an old man to dia old faces and still my heart beats warmly yet although grandchildren play before me and I 1 can easily forget that eighty summers have passed derme oer me sweet maiden malden with the downcast eyes to my grandson gaily chatters and treasures ulnae low replies 0 you make on many foolish matters I 1 wonder when a dearer name he whispers through those shining tresse tresses if believe ive done the same and thrilled a heart with my caresses and when ray youngest joined his ship so tearful at the sad home faces facts shrunk at his mothers quivering lip the while he sighed for far nr off places I 1 wonder if he ever thought I 1 had my dreams of bf earth and glory but silvered slivered silv bred hairs have sternly taught the worth of that heroic story and otten often in the mazy throng when little teet leet are lightly dancing and as each maiden whirls along the athe bonny eyes giva give sweeter sweater gial giai glancing la can I ran ray I 1 sic sit apart and idly dream that my nair fair youth has not departed W 4 s and older hopes and fancies seem to leave me far more tender hearted my lifes gay lay spring had many joys joss the summer brought me loves first the autumn gave me my brave boys I 1 wait walt until the winter closes each season has in order brought the mingled flowers of joy and sorrow and many an earnest lesson taught and so I 1 wait the long tomorrow to morrow |