Poems (Smith)/Sleighing

by Martha A. Smith

SLEIGHING.

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The bells are merrily ringing,
 There's snow upon the ground,
The sun is brightly shining,
 And all seems joy around,

I muse upon the happy time
 When I was young and gay;
Many fondly thought of me,—
 Would take me in their sleigh.

But now old age is o'er me,
 They quietly pass me by,
And seek those who are fairer,
 And younger than am I.

I could enjoy the sleighing
 As much as the young and gay;
But young folks think their elders
 Have already had their day.

With heartfelt sigh I'll stay at home,
 And for the young folks pray
That they may now enjoy their lives,
 For youth will soon pass away.

However, I will not murmur,
 For it is the will of God
That I should feel thus lonely,
 And I bow beneath His rod.