SWEET is life’s crown of quiet; sweet is age,
With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole,
Void of desire, save that with just control
I may administer Christ’s heritage:
Long since he heard my vow, the heartless gage
Not spurning; took my tear-stained, love-writ scroll,
And words of strength and healing for the soul
Wrote with his own heart’s blood across the page.
Passion is all forgotten, pain is fled:
Yet oft, ‘mid idle phantoms of the mind,
Returns my earlier Self, with scornful eyes,
Saying–“Thou deemest age hath made thee wise,
And knowest not that thou art deaf, and blind,
And palsied. Live in peace; for I am dead.”
(Constance Naden)
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