……When Age comes on! –
…The deepening dusk is where the dawn
…Once glittered splendid, and the dew,
In honey-drips from red rose-lips,
…Was kissed away by me and you. –
And now across the frosty lawn
Black footprints trail, and Age comes on –
……And Age comes on!
…And biting wild-winds whistle through
Our tattered hopes – and Age comes on!
……When Age comes on! –
O tide of raptures, long withdrawn,
…Flow back in summer floods, and fling
Here at our feet our childhood sweet,
…And all the songs we used to sing! …
Old loves, old friends – all dead and gone –
Our old faith lost – and Age comes on –
……And Age comes on!
…Poor hearts! have we not anything
But longings left when Age comes on?
The Bard on the Hill 
but the faith is still there
I pondered that line of his, wondering if he meant religious faith. Yes, some do lose that on the way and faith in people, etc. But many do keep their faith. It was a rather pessimistic line, wasn’t it? 🙂
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