THE OLD TREES
Look at these old trees, – more beautiful,
Than younger, friendlier trees,
The more beautiful the older,
Winners of age and proclamations. . .
The man, the beast and the insect in their shadow
They live free from hunger and fatigue;
And in its branches shelter the songs
And joy of chattering birds. . .
Let us never cry to youth!
Let’s get old laughing! let us grow old
As strong trees age,
In the glory of joy and goodness
Wrapping the birds in the branches,
Giving shade and comfort to those who suffer!