Day by day we question much.
From worries to those who for some reason reality is far from touch.
We make a list and reminders to get stuff done.
But never remind ourselves to smile and have some fun ...
In this mimic form of a matron in years,
How plainly the pencil of Denner appears!
The matron herself, in whose old age we see
Not a trace of decline, what a wonder is she!
No dimness of eye, and no cheek hanging low,
No wrinkle, or deep-furrow-d frown on the brow!
Her forehead indeed is here circled around
With locks like the ribbon with which they are bound;
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