- We all must shake the palsied foot in withered age,
Or sooner pass with trembling step from off the stage;
The athletic youth in rudeness may the aged one pass
- by,
- But thoughtful minds behold him with a reverential
- eye.
- The bowed and bent, the careworn sage so much
- despised,
- Looks back upon a rude and restless earth surprised;
Surprised that earth who once so warmly gave him
- life,
- 'Turns, other pleasures now to find, more rich, more
- rife.
-
And thus the sobered, saddened sage by time bowed
- low,
- Willingly seeks the West where golden sunsets glow;
Where golden fancy sank into the vast unknown,
Where hopes abide, whose seed of faith he'd sown.
- Thus on and on through valley deep, o'er mountain
- high,
- His tottering form is seen facing the western sky;
Hopes fled and perished long ago have passed that
- way;
- His friends of youth have passed into eternal day.
Why should a lingering thought begrudge his onward
- sway.
- Or cause him here to feel life's spell is sweet delay?
His noble nature, tried in hours of blackest night,
Eagerly sweeps into the bright Eternal Light.
__James A. DeMoss
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