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AGEING HOPE
As I still older grow,
Still do my cares increase:
God grant, ere hence I go,
A few brief hours of peace,
That, vexed no more by blows
Of Fortune's felon spite,
I draw to journey's close
In tranquil fading light.
Still do my cares increase:
God grant, ere hence I go,
A few brief hours of peace,
That, vexed no more by blows
Of Fortune's felon spite,
I draw to journey's close
In tranquil fading light.
If prayer be idle breath,
And hope yield to despair,
To welcome kindly Death
I'll my sick soul prepare.
And hope yield to despair,
To welcome kindly Death
I'll my sick soul prepare.
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