Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith: “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God, see all, nor be afraid.”
Poetry For Children
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith: “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God, see all, nor be afraid.”