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We work so hard, we age so soon, We live so swiftly, one and all, That ere our day be fairly noon, The shadows eastward seem to fall. Some tender light may gild them yet, As yet, ’tis not so very cold, And, on the whole, I won’t regret My slender chance of growing old.
We work so hard, we age so soon, We live so swiftly, one and all, That ere our day be fairly noon, The shadows eastward seem to fall. Some tender light may gild them yet, As yet, ’tis not so very cold, And, on the whole, I won’t regret My slender chance of growing old.
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- W. J. Prowse (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
In print by 1921: recorded in My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921) (1921 AD)
Page 236 · printed citation: W. J. Prowse (1836-1870) (My Lost Old Age). · compiler notes excluded
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