
To my Aging Friends is a collection of essays by George MacDonald that explore the themes of aging and mortality. The book includes reflections on the joys and challenges of growing older, as well as insights into how to live a meaningful life in one's later years.
By George MacDonald · First published 1867 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Spiritual · 239 words
It is no winter night comes down Upon our hearts, dear friends of old; But a May evening, softly brown, Whose wind is rather cold.
We are not, like yon sad-eyed West, Phantoms that brood o'er Time's dust-hoard, We are like yon Moon -- in mourning drest, But gazing on her lord.
Come nearer to the hearth, sweet friends, Draw nigher, closer, hand and chair; Ours is a love that never ends, For God is dearest there!
We will not talk about the past, We will not ponder ancient pain; Those are but deep foundations cast For peaks of soaring gain!
To my Aging Friends is listed on Textopian as a poem by George MacDonald, dated 1867 CE.
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aging · friendship · wisdom · reflection · life lessons · philosophy · spirituality · growth · compassion · aging gracefully · relationships · self-discovery