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Rh A sadder vision yet: thine aged sire
 * Shaming his hoary locks with treacherous wile!

And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar?
 * And wilt thou die, that hast forgot to smile?

Nay, get thee hence! Leave all thy winsome ways
 * And the faint fragancefragrance [sic] of thy scattered flowers:

In holy silence wait the appointed days,
 * And weep away the leaden-footed hours.

air is bright with hues of light
 * And rich with laughter and with singing:

Young hearts beat high in ecstasy,
 * And banners wave, and bells are ringing:

But silence fails with fading day, And there’s an end to mirth and play.
 * Ah, well-a-day!

Rest your old bones, ye wrinkled crones!
 * The kettle sings, the firelight dances.