Show t mi t WHEN WE GROW X S r OLD X 5 by DOUGLAS MALLOCH X 4 K M M I 1 US USED E D to think when we grow grew old wed weep for anys we could not hold hot d but now flow I 1 know the ilie young possess abe joys of living even less youth flits about from floar to lowr anti and sips the honey of the hour but iset age lins has found a store more vast the endless sweetness of the past I 1 used to think when we grew gray the joys of life would slip away now I 1 nm am old and now I 1 learn that it Is then that joys joya return the memories of youth are few when friends are near and loves are new but ait age with every step it goes meets some old memory it knows I 1 used to think when we grew bent the heart would never know content put iut he who follows every bird the singing kettle never beard many a palace youth designs buthod rut god Is wise and builds build sus us shrines and there we come when we gro grow old and find the joys we could not hold 04 E 1929 dou douglas laa malloch I 1 |