Godliness Makes the Gray Hairs of Age Beautiful.
By J. Jackson Wray
“THE hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.” Age invests many things with peculiar attractiveness. An aged oak, gnarled, wide-spreading, lichen-covered; an ancient castle, weather-worn and storm-swept, moss-grown and ivy-clad—both are beautiful exceedingly; but of all the attractive pictures old time can draw, no sight is so beautiful as the silver locks and radiant features of godly and joyous old age—an aged sire, a venerable mother seated in “the old arm-chair,” looking placidly back along the line of trodden years, looking hopefully forward across the bright borders of the Beulah-land, to catch a glimpse of the jasper walls which belt the city of the saints!—J. Jackson Wray.