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Grow old along with me! / The best is yet to be, / The last of life, for which the first was made: / Our times are in his hand / Who saith, "A whole I planned, / Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not that, amassing flowers, / Youth sighed, "Which rose make ours, / Which lily leave and then as best recall? " / Not that, admiring stars, / It yearned, "Nor Jove, nor Mars; / Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!"