  While passing through life’s youthful days We should think of its evening tide, Be gentle and true in all our ways And in Jesus Christ abide. Each youthful day could be usefulness In something done or said, Then history could give more examples For others when we are dead. We live in life’s evening tide when we are old, Our remembrance is as fresh as the dew Of things that we did in our youthful days, Whether good or bad, many or few. The evening tide of a useful life Is spent without regret, The thoughts that dawn upon useful days Bring not a single fret. |
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