| Show A SILVER FROST by DOUGLAS MALLOCH W INTE R will come nod and none can any aay it nay winter will come and tresses turn to cray turning to white so run the years away winter will come but winter need not be born of the storm wild with the melody of swaying pine or mad tempe tempestuous sea winter will come ago in its time appear all of our ye years ars are after all a year seasons of life spring when the buds are here season of dreams and summer hopes high noon autumn in turn and round the golden moon winter will come yet never cornea comes too soon if it shall come as I 1 have seen the white of silver frost upon a moonlit night paint all the world with new and pure delight A silver frostl frost I 1 the tree the felim tile the cot sculptured in white all ugly things forgot dawn without wind and earth without a blot let us grow old our ago age a silver frost nothing we won nothing wo we won or lost but that ali at we ive know know it was worth the cost let us grow old let us grow old in pence peace silent the sky now let tle thunders cease after the storm this Is the sweet release A silver frost I 1 so I 1 have seen it there upon tile the brow silvering evry hair yes it Is age but marvelously fair ej by mcclure newspaper paper syndicate 0 |
