Poem December 3, 1910 Issue

Gone, they tell me, is youth,...

William Newton Clarke

Examiner

Gone, they tell me, is youth,
Gone is the strength of my life;
Nothing remains but decline,
Nothing but age and decay.
Not so; I am God's little child,
Only beginning to live.
Coming the days of my prime,
Coming the strength of my life,
Coming the vision of God,
Coming my bloom and my power.

William Newton Clarke in Examiner.

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