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How soft the lamplight falls / On pictures, books, / And pleasant coloured walls / And curtains drawn! / How happily one looks / On glowing flame and ember; / Ah, why should one remember / Dew and dawn!
Here age and wisdom sit / Calm and discreet, / Life and the fruit of it / Are here in truth, / Whose gathering once was sweet -- / Wisdom and age! Well met! / Yet neither can forget / Folly and youth!