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Old age is gentle as an autumn morn; / The harvest over, you will put the plough / Into another, stronger hand, and watch / The sowing you were wont to do.
Old age / Is like an alabaster room, with soft / White curtains. All is light, but light so mild, / So quiet, that it cannot hurt.