A Prayer for Old Age

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;

From all that makes a wise old man
That can be praised of all;
O what am I that I should seem
For the song's sake a fool?

I pray — for fashion's word is out
And prayer comes round again —
That I may seem, though I die old,
A foolish passionate man.
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