Two WorldsPublished by Susan on 08/10/2003 (3122 reads)
When I was rising twenty-two
And full of guts and grit,
I quit the Old World for the New,
Saying: "To heck with it!"
Dull ways of safety and of ease
I held with heart of scorn,
And sought beyond the senile seas
A land new-born.
Bt now that New World of the Old
I love, for life has sped;
To find, though I've a heap of gold,
My friends of youth are dead.
Their names are graved on granite stones,
Bu lone for them am I;
So I have come to lay my bones
Where loved ones lie.
For oh! the New World's brave and bright
When one is young and bold;
Bt when aweary of the fight
My heart aches for the Old.
I leave my life-work over there,
Hoping 'tis not in vain . . .
But now, - thank God for all His care:
I'll Home again.
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