Christopher Pearse Cranch

(1815-1892 / the USA)

Old And Young - Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

THEY soon grow old who grope for gold
In marts where all is bought and sold;
Who live for self, and on some shelf
In darkened vaults hoard up their pelf
Cankered and crusted o'er with mould.
For them their youth itself is old.
They ne'er grow old who gather gold
Where spring awakes and flowers unfold;
Where suns arise in joyous skies,
And fill the soul within their eyes.
For them the immortal bards have sung,
For them old age itself is young.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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