WHAT A PITY.
What a pity it is our hearts grow old, What a pity our hair turns grey "What a pitr it is Time moves at all, What a pity he caunot stay. What a pity— but there, I often times think 'Tis never a pity at all ; I fear 'twould be tiresome to ever be young, Ne'er heeding Old Father Time's call 1 Ne'er heeding his call to walk further and know Of the wisdow that lieth before — The beauteous knowledge, the patience and love, The roses by thorns cover' d o'er. Methinks I can hear his old voice as he cries, "0 ! tarry ye not by the way ; Yearn not to remain as ye are for an hour, But walk through.the night to the day I " He lays on us gently his kindly old hand, " Walk steadily onward ! " he eries — " A little bit whiter yonr hair I would turn, A little bit dimmer your eyes." But O ! what a pity we're prone to forget • The lessons he'd fain have us learn ; What a pity we shrink from his rugged old face And away from his wise counsels turn I — Ada A. R. Ludfod. Wellington, September 1894.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2116, 13 September 1894, Page 39
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199WHAT A PITY. Otago Witness, Issue 2116, 13 September 1894, Page 39
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