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A Prayer For Old Age

    By Madison Julius Cawein



I.

    These are the things which I would ask of Time:
    When I am old,
    Never to feel in soul doubt's spiritual rime;
    The heart grow cold
    With self; but in me that which warms my time.

II.

    Never to feel the drouth, the dearth that kills,
    Before one dies,
    Of mind, full-flowering on thought's fertile hills;
    But, in my skies,
    The falcon, Fancy, that no season kills.

III.

    Never to see the shadow at my door,
    Nor fear its fall;
    But wait serenely, whether rich or poor,
    Nor care at all,
    So Love sits with me at my open door.

IV.

    Never to have a dream I dreamed destroyed:
    And towards the last
    Live o'er again all that I have enjoyed,
    The happy Past,
    Through these, the dreams, no time has yet destroyed.

V.

    Never to lose my love for lowly things;
    To feel the need
    For simple beauty still: each bird that sings,
    Each flower and weed
    That looks its message of unguessed-at things.

VI.

    Never to lose my faith in Nature, God:
    But still to find
    Worship in trees; religion in each sod;
    And in the wind
    Sermons that breathe the universal God.

VII.

    Never to age in mind; much less in heart;
    But keep them young
    With song, glad song, that still shall have its part,
    Sung or unsung,
    Within the inmost temple of my heart.

VIII.

    That I may lose not all my trust in men!
    And, through it, grow
    Nearer to Heaven and God: and softly then
    Meet Death and know
    He has no terrors for my soul. Amen.



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