A Child of the People And Other Poems. By James Chapman Woods |
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OUR OLD SELVES. |
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OUR OLD SELVES.
Another birthday! How the years have flown!
I found you first scarce weaned from childly ways,
Reining a frolic soul to statelier grace
Of speech and carriage. Now, full woman grown,
Governed of Reason, set on the soul's throne,
You have no hint for me of the old days.
Remembering them, I stand in still amaze
To see you, nun-like, proud to sit alone.
I found you first scarce weaned from childly ways,
Reining a frolic soul to statelier grace
Of speech and carriage. Now, full woman grown,
Governed of Reason, set on the soul's throne,
You have no hint for me of the old days.
Remembering them, I stand in still amaze
To see you, nun-like, proud to sit alone.
I, too, as one who knows not in his glass
The face that wore no wrinkles formerly,
Start, strangely changed to other than I was,
And hardly guess what ghost waves hands to me.
Life's issues, coiling closer as years pass,
Crowd its beginnings out of memory.
The face that wore no wrinkles formerly,
Start, strangely changed to other than I was,
And hardly guess what ghost waves hands to me.
Life's issues, coiling closer as years pass,
Crowd its beginnings out of memory.
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