Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
Nothing that is can pause or stay.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.