Samuel Newton (5th december / India)
blessed i am
Though there are shadows on my brow.
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,
They're marks where time's remorseless plough.
Broke up the blooming swagger of my youth.
Though gone is every youthful grace.
That could win or hold a lover's vow.
Despite my old and faded face,
blessed I am that still somehow.
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