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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 15, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 11.

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At Fourscore

By F. E. Snow

Call her not old, although the flight of years Has measured off the allotted term of life! Call her not old, since neither doubts nor fears Have quenched her hope throughout the long, long strife.
They are not old, though days of youth have fled, Who quaff the brimming cup of peace and joy! They are not old who from life's hidden springs Find drafts which still refresh but never cloy!
For what are years, though flying ne'er so fast? A year's a day if full of gladsome zest! But who shall measure time, when hopes are past? A day's a year if sorrow is the guest.
The secret of perpetual youth is hers Who finds delight in deeds of kindness wrought; No age can dim the luster of her crown Whose days with loving ministry are fraught.
— F. E. Snow.