"What is the glory of age?" I said, "A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? When you`ve reached the day that you look ahead And see the place where your journey ends, When Time has robbed you of youthful might-- What is the secret of your delight?" And an old man smiled as he answered me: "The glory of age isn`t gold or friends, When we`ve reached the valley of Soon-To-Be And note the place where our journey ends; The glory of age, be it understood, Is a boy out there who is making good. "The greatest joy that can come to man When his sight is dim and his hair is gray; The greatest glory that God can plan To cheer the lives of the old to-day, When they share no more in the battle yell, Is a boy out there who is doing well."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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