Garland Globe | 1909-03-20 | Page 3 | Grow Old Along with Me

I Grow Old Along With Me. Yes, thoy aro gliding swiftly by, thoro's no two wnys about It. Wo sigh to think that wo aro growing old, sadly, Inevitably growing old; that tho ovll days draw nigh when thou shalt say: "I have no pleasuro In them;" when tho summer shower , of disappointment and of grief Bhall not pass as once It did, and tho surf como out again pretty soon as once It ! did, but tho clouds return after tho rain, tho bleak November sky of old ago when tho clouds return after tho-rain. tho-rain. Lot them bo "hours of tolj nnd dangor," It they must be, but, ob, how gladly would wo dotaln them! Thero V Is so much for us to do or ever the ovll dnys shall como. Wo are llko Lour that hold his dead daughter In Ills arms nnd cried aloud: "Cordelia, Cordelia! stay n llttlo!" Eugeno Wood. In Collier's.