Poems (Storrie)/Old Age
Old Age.
I will not weep because my day has waned And brought the twilight, though the long long years That lie beyond, and are so deeply veined With light and shadow and the dew of tears Tug at my heart and bid me glance behind, Still shall I strive to meet the gathering gloom With an unfaltering heart, and mayhap find Across my path some lingering flower in bloom; There is no road of all our eyes have seen So smooth and peaceful as the homeward way, There is no hour of all the glittering day So sweet as twilight, and methinks between The lights of time and of eternity A benediction shall encompass me.