“Sad is our youth, for it is ever going”

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, Crumbling away beneath our very feet; Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing In current unperceived, because so fleet; Sad are our hopes, for they were sweet in sowing,— But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat; Sad are our joys, for they were sweet in blowing,— And still, O, still their dying breath is sweet; And sweet is youth, although it hath bereft us Of that which made our childhood sweeter still; And sweet is middle life, for it hath left us A nearer good to cure an older ill; And sweet are all things, when we learn to prize them, Not for their sake, but His who grants them or denies them!

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IV. Comfort and Cheer

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