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I thank thee God, that I have lived

by Elizabeth Craven

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In Old Age

by Frederick Tennyson

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I thank thee God, that I have lived

by Elizabeth Craven

I thank thee God, that I have lived
In this great world and known its many joys:
The songs of birds, the strongest sweet scent of hay,
And cooling breezes in the secret dusk;
The flaming sunsets at the close of day,
Hills and the lovely, heather-covered moors;
Music at night, and the moonlight on the sea,
The beat of waves upon the rocky shore
And wild white spray, flung high in ecstasy;
The faithful eyes of dogs, and treasured books,
The love of Kin and fellowship of friends
And all that makes life dear and beautiful.

I thank Thee too, that there has come to me
A little sorrow and sometimes defeat,
A little heartache and the loneliness
That comes with parting and the words 'Good-bye';
Dawn breaking after weary hours of pain,
When I discovered that night's gloom must yield
And morning light break through to me again.
Because of these and other blessings poured
Unasked upon my wondering head,
Because I know that there is yet to come
An even richer and more glorious life,
And most of all, because Thine only Son
Once sacrificed life's loveliness for me,
I thank Thee, God, that I have lived.

In Old Age

by Frederick Tennyson

Ah, what is beauty to the sick man's eye?
Unto the spirit wintry with despair
The promise of the spring? The azure air,
The winged pomp of Heaven passing by
Into the topmost summer's golden sky?
The west-wind breathing in my face is young
As once I was, when in my heart there sprung
Primrose and violet joys that soonest die.
Therefore I think upon my days of prime,
Unfailing strength, unquenchable delight,
The voices that I heard in that far time,
Of love and truth, the eyes that once were bright,
And the long vision of the past appears
One summer morn, a morn of merry years.

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