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Auckland Star, Volume XLIV, Issue 183, 2 August 1913, Page 14

WHEN 1 GROW OLD. When. I grow old —when in life's evenshine 1 sit within mv porch, will still your hand Be held in mine as now, sweet Gwendoline? .\Vili still you think mc king of all your land. With heart of gold? Ab, sweetheart. Time is cruel; this world makes test Of every man; sin's path is all too clear— Man is but human at his very best; . Ab, that you'll whisper near, "I love yon dear," When I grdw old. Devonport. E. I* EYRE. NEVER MIND. Whatever your work and whatever Its worth, No matter how stroug or clever. Someone will sneer if you pause to hear, And scoff at. your best endeavour. For the target art has a broad expanse, And wherever you chance to- hit-it) Though 'close be your aim to the bull's-eye fame. There are those who will never admit it. T"aoug"h the house applauds while the artist plays. And a. smiling world adores him. Somebody is there with an ennui ed air To sa.y that the acting bores him. For the tower of art "nas a lofty spire With many ,-i stair and landing, I And those who climb seem'small oft-time To one at the bottom -standing.-; So work in your chosen niche. With a steady purpose to nerve vnnLet nothing men say who pass your wav Relax your courage or swerve Yo u The idle will flock by the Temple of Art For just the pleasure of gazingBut climb to the top and do not' ston Tlhough they may not all be praising! -ELLA v7B-"-_r3l£6--"_ *Jr7_l_CO__.