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Waifs And Strays.
WAIFS AND STRAYS .
'Tis a good age when men will heed The sanctities of Nature's creed , And own her truth in thought and deed . We build our faith with patient art , We trust and live with valiant heart , And give our praise in church and mart .
Time passes , and our hope is good , Age cometh , he it understood , We pine not for youth's sunny mood . Time passes , with his rusty scythe , It is not wise for us to writhe , — Oh , rather let our songs he Withe ,
That all our music may accord In harmony , hoth lute and word , And hymn Thy love , 0 gracious Lord . Youth passes , —who would stay his flight?—His wings are ever all too light ; He mocks , yet hears Time's oversight .
Amid his smiles lurk woes and cares , Grief stealeth in , and unawares , His wheat is ever sown with tares . Youth passes , —let him pass , if so He finds a large account of woe In the world-flowers that round him grow . Age cometh , —he is ever cold ,
And weariness the limbs enfold ; Yet all his faith is firm and hold . Age cometh , —and our joys are slack ; We creep upon Life ' s narrow track , Foreseeing Death , and looking hack . Recount the roses , one hy one , Whose heauty hy our pathway shone , But sigh not for their fragrance gone .
Death passes , —and we rest in peace , All discontent soon finds release , The murmurs of the spirit cease . So take the staff , true heart , and be Erect in Death's staid company ; He will not bend to you or me .
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Waifs And Strays.
WAIFS AND STRAYS .
'Tis a good age when men will heed The sanctities of Nature's creed , And own her truth in thought and deed . We build our faith with patient art , We trust and live with valiant heart , And give our praise in church and mart .
Time passes , and our hope is good , Age cometh , he it understood , We pine not for youth's sunny mood . Time passes , with his rusty scythe , It is not wise for us to writhe , — Oh , rather let our songs he Withe ,
That all our music may accord In harmony , hoth lute and word , And hymn Thy love , 0 gracious Lord . Youth passes , —who would stay his flight?—His wings are ever all too light ; He mocks , yet hears Time's oversight .
Amid his smiles lurk woes and cares , Grief stealeth in , and unawares , His wheat is ever sown with tares . Youth passes , —let him pass , if so He finds a large account of woe In the world-flowers that round him grow . Age cometh , —he is ever cold ,
And weariness the limbs enfold ; Yet all his faith is firm and hold . Age cometh , —and our joys are slack ; We creep upon Life ' s narrow track , Foreseeing Death , and looking hack . Recount the roses , one hy one , Whose heauty hy our pathway shone , But sigh not for their fragrance gone .
Death passes , —and we rest in peace , All discontent soon finds release , The murmurs of the spirit cease . So take the staff , true heart , and be Erect in Death's staid company ; He will not bend to you or me .