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BOWING OLD.

A LITTLE more grey in the lessening hair Each day as the years go by; A little more stooping of the form, A little more dim the eye. A little more faltering of the step As wo tread life's pathway o'er,> But a little nearer every day _ To the ones who have gone before, A little more halting of the gait And a dulness of the ear; A growing weariness of the frame With each swift passing year. A fading of hopes, and ambitions, too, A faltering in life's quest; But a little nearer every day To a sweet and peaceful rest. A little more loneliness in life As the dear ones pass away: A bigger claim 011 the heavenly land With every passing day. A little farther from toil and care, . A little less way to roam; A drawing near to a peaceful voyage And a happy welcome home. —Los Angeles Herald.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 11843, 21 December 1901, Page 5 (Supplement)

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BOWING OLD. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 11843, 21 December 1901, Page 5 (Supplement)

BOWING OLD. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 11843, 21 December 1901, Page 5 (Supplement)