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LIII. BEAUTIFUL OLD AGE.
How to be beautiful when old
I can tell you, maiden fair—
Not by lotions, dyes, and pigments,
Not by washes for your hair.
While you're young be pure and gentle,
Keep your passions well controlled,
Walk, and work, and do your duty,
You'll be handsome when you're old.
I can tell you, maiden fair—
Not by lotions, dyes, and pigments,
Not by washes for your hair.
While you're young be pure and gentle,
Keep your passions well controlled,
Walk, and work, and do your duty,
You'll be handsome when you're old.
Snow-white locks are fair as golden,
The gray is lovely as the brown,
And age's smile is far more pleasant
Than youthful beauty's scornful frown.
'Tis the soul that shapes the features,
Fires the eye, makes sweet the voice;
Sweet sixteen, be these your maxims,
When you're sixty you'll rejoice.
The gray is lovely as the brown,
And age's smile is far more pleasant
Than youthful beauty's scornful frown.
'Tis the soul that shapes the features,
Fires the eye, makes sweet the voice;
Sweet sixteen, be these your maxims,
When you're sixty you'll rejoice.
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