| Show TILE THE OLD MAN DREAMS 0 for an hour hoar of youthful joy give back my twentieth spring I 1 id rather laugh a bright haired boy than reign a graybeard king off with the spoils of wrinkled age away with crown tour tear out lifes ittes wisdom written page and dash its trophies troph ici down one moment let my life blood stream from boy hoods fount of flame give me one giddy reeling dream of life all love and fame my listening angel heard the prayer and calmly smiling said if I 1 but touch thy silvered hair thy hasty wish has sped but is there nothing in thy track to bid thee fondly stay while the hift seasons harry burry back to find the wished tor for day ah truest soul of womanhood without thee what were life one bliss I 1 cannot leave behind ill take my pr precious cLious wife the angel took a sapphire pen and wrote in rainbow dew bew the man would be a 4 toy boy again and be a husband husband too and is there nothing yet unsaid before the change appears Be member all their gifts have fled with those dissolving years why yes for memory would recall my fond parental joys 1 I could not bear to leave them all ill take my girl and boys the Thes sm illing milling angol angel dropped his pen why this will never do the man would be a boy again and be a father too and so I 1 laughed my laughter woke the household with ith its noise and wrote my dream when morning broke to please the gray haired boys I 1 oliver wendell holmes ff olmes |
