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Youth And Age Post by :mkhera Category :Poems Author :Denis Florence Maccarthy Date :October 2011 Read :2749

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Youth And Age

To give the blossom and the fruit
The soft warm air that wraps them round,
Oh! think how long the toilsome root
Must live and labour 'neath the ground.

To send the river on its way,
With ever deepening strength and force,
Oh! think how long 'twas let to play,
A happy streamlet, near its source.

(The end)
Denis Florence MacCarthy's poem: Youth And Age

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