Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in His handWho saith, "A whole I planned,Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!"
Robert Browning · Rabbi Ben Ezra
Love & longing
“Grow old along with me!”
- Author
- Robert Browning
- Work
- Rabbi Ben Ezra
- Found in
- Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning
- Year
- 1864
- Length
- 44 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #28041
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