Seventy And Seventeen

Yo look askance at trrinkles, Ye flout at locks of gray. And miss the tint on clieek and lip Thai Time liath swept away ; Yet oft a sacred beauty Within the heavt is seen That appertains to seventy More than to gay seventeen, One knows what's örth pursuing, The other cau't discern, One knows what's worth possessing, The other has to learn, And the cost of such experience Is heavy oft I ween, 'Tis the heritage of sevonty, But not of gay seventeen. One deerns that fiattery 3 truth, And Sopid is not blind, The-other flnds even gratitud Is rare among mankind ; And so it skills to aave itself From disappointments keen, And seventy years are wiser found Thiin beautiful seventeen Cali not Oíd Age unlovely, Nor deern its precepts stale, Nor say it lingera all too long Within this shadowy vale ; It hath some hidden treasurs Despite its furrowod mein, And seventy years may happier be Than were the gay seventeen. If God ordains you longer In thi-t fair way to stay, Give thanks for is permiasion. Aud gmiling hold your way ; Nor overlook the duties That olaster round the scène, For seventy hath its missiou her As well as gay seventeen.