Song
How
pleasant it is that always
There’s
somebody older than you-
Someone
to pet and caress you,
Someone
to scold you, too!
Someone
to call you a baby,
To
laugh at you when you’re wise;
Someone
to care when you’re sorry,
To
kiss the tears from your eyes;
When
life has begun to be weary,
And
youth to melt like the dew,
To
know, like little children
Somebody’s
older than you.
The
path cannot be so lonely,
For
someone has trod it before;
The
golden gates are the nearer,
That
someone stands at the door.
I
can think of nothing sadder
Than
to feel, when days are few,
There’s
nobody left to lean on,
Nobody
older than you!
The
younger ones may be tender
To
the feeble steps and slow;
But
they can’t talk the old times over-
Alas,
how should they know!
‘Tis
a romance to them-a wonder
You
were ever a child at play;
But
the dear ones waiting in heaven
Know
it is all as you say.
I
know that the great All-Father
Loves
us, and the little ones too;
Keep
only childlike-hearted-
Heaven
is older than you!
Florence Smith
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