Eliza Roxey Snow Quotes on Contemplation (1 Quote)

Autobiography of Lorenzo Snow Our former loved associates Have mostly passed away While those we knew as children Are crowned with locks of gray. We saw Times varied traces Were deep on every hand Indeed, upon the people, More marked than on the land. The bands that once with firmness Could grasp the axe and blade, Now move with trembling motion, By strength of nerve decayed. The change in form and feature And furrows on the cheek Of Times increasing volume, In plain, round numbers speak. And thus, as in a mirrors Reflection, we were told, With stereotyped impressions, The fact of growing old.