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WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting	A
Not unfamiliar to my ear his name	B
Nor yet unknown to many a joyous meeting	A
In days long vanished is he still the same	B
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Or changed by years forgotten and forgetting	A
Dull eared dim sighted slow of speech and thought	C
Still o'er the sad degenerate present fretting	A
Where all goes wrong and nothing as it ought	C
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Old age the graybeard Well indeed I know him	D
Shrunk tottering bent of aches and ills the prey	E
In sermon story fable picture poem	F
Oft have I met him from my earliest day	E
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In my old Aesop toiling with his bundle	G
His load of sticks politely asking Death	H
Who comes when called for would he lug or trundle	G
His fagot for him he was scant of breath	H
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And sad Ecclesiastes or the Preacher	I
Has he not stamped tbe image on my soul	J
In that last chapter where the worn out Teacher	I
Sighs o'er the loosened cord the broken bowl	J
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Yes long indeed I 've known him at a distance	K
And now my lifted door latch shows him here	L
I take his shrivelled hand without resistance	K
And find him smiling as his step draws near	M
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What though of gilded baubles he bereaves us	N
Dear to the heart of youth to manhood's prime	O
Think of the calm he brings the wealth he leaves us	N
The hoarded spoils the legacies of time	O
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Altars once flaming still with incense fragrant	P
Passion's uneasy nurslings rocked asleep	Q
Hope's anchor faster wild desire less vagrant	P
Life's flow less noisy but the stream how deep	Q
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Still as the silver cord gets worn and slender	I
Its lightened task work tugs with lessening strain	R
Hands get more helpful voices grown more tender	I
Soothe with their softened tones the slumberous brain	R
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Youth longs and manhood strives but age remembers	S
Sits by the raked up ashes of the past	T
Spreads its thin hands above the whitening embers	S
That warm its creeping life blood till the last	T
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Dear to its heart is every loving token	U
That comes unbidden era its pulse grows cold	V
Ere the last lingering ties of life are broken	U
Its labors ended and its story told	V
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Ah while around us rosy youth rejoices	S
For us the sorrow laden breezes sigh	W
And through the chorus of its jocund voices	S
Throbs the sharp note of misery's hopeless cry	W
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As on the gauzy wings of fancy flying	A
From some far orb I track our watery sphere	M
Home of the struggling suffering doubting dying	A
The silvered globule seems a glistening tear	X
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But Nature lends her mirror of illusion	U
To win from saddening scenes our age dimmed eyes	S
And misty day dreams blend in sweet confusion	U
The wintry landscape and the summer skies	S
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So when the iron portal shuts behind us	S
And life forgets us in its noise and whirl	Y
Visions that shunned the glaring noonday find us	S
And glimmering starlight shows the gates of pearl	Y
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I come not here your morning hour to sadden	U
A limping pilgrim leaning on his staff	Z
I who have never deemed it sin to gladden	U
This vale of sorrows with a wholesome laugh	Z
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If word of mine another's gloom has brightened	A2
Through my dumb lips the heaven sent message came	B
If hand of mine another's task has lightened	A2
It felt the guidance that it dares not claim	B
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But O my gentle sisters O my brothers	S
These thick sown snow flakes hint of toil's release	S
These feebler pulses bid me leave to others	S
The tasks once welcome evening asks for peace	S
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Time claims his tribute silence now golden	U
Let me not vex the too long suffering lyre	B2
Though to your love untiring still beholden	U
The curfew tells me cover up the fire	I
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And now with grateful smile and accents cheerful	G
And warmer heart than look or word can tell	C2
In simplest phrase these traitorous eyes are tearful	G
Thanks Brothers Sisters Children and farewell	C2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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