<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Man's Comforts and how he gained them</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are old, Father William, the young man cried,<br>The few locks which are left you are grey;<br>You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,<br>Now tell me the reason I pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the days of my youth, Father William replied,<br>I remember'd that youth would fly fast,<br>And abused not my health and my vigour at first<br>That I never might need them at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are old, Father William, the young man cried,<br>And pleasures with youth pass away,<br>And yet you lament not the days that are gone,<br>Now tell me the reason I pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the days of my youth, Father William replied,<br>I remember'd that youth could not last;<br>I thought of the future whatever I did,<br>That I never might grieve for the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are old, Father William, the young man cried,<br>And life must be hastening away;<br>You are chearful, and love to converse upon death!<br>Now tell me the reason I pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am chearful, young man, Father William replied,<br>Let the cause thy attention engage;<br>In the days of my youth I remember'd my God!<br>And He hath not forgotten my age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508102" data-title="The Old Man's Comforts and how he gained them de Robert Southey" data-description="You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are grey; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason I pray. In the days of my youth, Father William replied, I remember'd that youth w..."></div> </div> </div>

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