The One Gray Hair
The wisest of tho w-ise Listen to prutty lies, And love to hear them told; Doubt not tliat Solomon Listencd to inany a one - Como in his yoath, and more when Le grew old I never sat among The choir of Wisdom's song; Yet pretty lies Iovcd I, As mucb as any king, When youtli was on tho wing; And (must it then be toldi) when youth liad quite gone by. Alas! and I have not The pleusant hoor forgot, When one pert lady said, "Oh, Landorl I am quite Bewlldered wiili allright! I eee (sitqtiietuow.')awhite hairon yourhead!" Another, more benign, Urew out that hair of mine. And in her own dark hair Pretended sho had fouml That one, and twirled it round: Tair as Ehe was, she never was so (air!
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