The Old Man's Comforts

by Robert Southey

 

AND HOW HE GAINED THEM
 
You are old, Father William the young man cried,
     The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
     Now tell me the reason, I pray.
 
In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
     I remember’d that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first,
     That I never might need them at last.
 
You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
     And pleasures with youth pass away;
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
     Now tell me the reason, I pray.
 
In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
     I remember’d that youth could not last;
I thought of the future, whatever I did,
     That I never might grieve for the past.
 
You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
     And life must be hastening away;
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death,
     Now tell me the reason, I pray.
 
I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied,
     Let the cause thy attention engage;
In the days of my youth I remember’d my God!
      And He hath not forgotten my age.
Westbury, 1799
 
Robert Southey | Classic Poems
 

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