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The Iron Gate

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WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?
Not unfamiliar to my ear his name,
Nor yet unknown to many a joyous meeting
In days long vanished,-- is he still the same,

Or changed by years, forgotten and forgetting,
Dull-eared, dim-sighted, slow of speech and thought,
Still o'er the sad, degenerate present fretting,
Where all goes wrong, and nothing as it ought?

Old age, the graybeard! Well, indeed, I know him,--
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Gajanan Mishra 29 November 2013

grateful smile, good write, I like it.

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James Mclain 29 November 2008

Your lips were never dumb ole chap......RIP

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