Grow Old with Me

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“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not alarmed when snows
Slow tiptoe ‘mongst our locks, or when the rose
Of youth faded we see.

“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not ashamed when strength
Flows less and less for both of us, at length–
Youth’s force no longer free.

“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not afraid when storms
Blow sore upon our feeble nest—still warm
Are God’s arms, faithfully.

“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not amazed when signs
Show fair our love may last a life—rich mines,
Matured, but fuller be!”

—Libby

Sorry this is so late for Valentine’s Day, but whatever. Maybe somebody out there is able to appreciate love and poetry on the other 364 days of the year.

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