Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories