LET ME GROW LOVELY

LET ME GROW LOVELY

Let me grow lovely, growing old –

So many fine things do:

Laces, and ivory, and gold,

And silks need not be new:

And there is healing in old trees,

Old streets a glamor hold;

Why may not I, as well as these,

Grow lovely, growing old?

KARLE WILSON BAKER

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