 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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Youth has its griefs, its disappointments keen,
Its baffled longings and its memories;
Its anguish in a joy that once hath been;
Its languid settling in a sinful ease.
Its baffled longings and its memories;
Its anguish in a joy that once hath been;
Its languid settling in a sinful ease.
And age has pleasures, rosy, fresh and warm,
And glad beguilements and expectancies;
Its heart of boldness for a threatened storm;
Its eager launching upon sunny seas.
And glad beguilements and expectancies;
Its heart of boldness for a threatened storm;
Its eager launching upon sunny seas.
Youth has its losses, sad and desolate;
Its wreck of precious freight where all was sent;
Its blight of trust, its helpless heart of fate,
Its dreary knowledge of illusion spent.
Its wreck of precious freight where all was sent;
Its blight of trust, its helpless heart of fate,
Its dreary knowledge of illusion spent.
For life is but a day; and, dawn or eve,
The shadows must be long when suns are low.
Old age may be surprised and loth to leave;
And youth may weary wait and long to go.
The shadows must be long when suns are low.
Old age may be surprised and loth to leave;
And youth may weary wait and long to go.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |