Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
From Robert Browning
My sun sets to rise again.
God is the perfect poet.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
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