Poems (Carter)/Growing old
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GROWING OLD.
Christ groweth ever dearer,
As the days go fleeting by;
He draweth ever nearer,
As our dear ones homeward fly.
Soon we shall see Him face to face,
And bless Him for His love and grace.
"Forever with the Lord!"
This is His daily word.
As the days go fleeting by;
He draweth ever nearer,
As our dear ones homeward fly.
Soon we shall see Him face to face,
And bless Him for His love and grace.
"Forever with the Lord!"
This is His daily word.
Quogue, July, 1914, Almost 65!