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SO grows the rising year, and so declines / By months, weeks, days, unto its peaceful end / Even as by slow and ever-varying signs / Through childhood, youth, our solemn steps we bend / Up to the crown of life, and thence descend.
Great Father, who of every one takest care, / From him on whom full ninety years are piled / To the young babe, just taught to lisp a prayer / About the "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild," / Who children loves, being once himself a child, --