Classic Poem

Years with the silver feet,
Years with the pinions fleet,
What do you bring to-night?
Frost in the thick brown hair,
Thought in the furrows of care,
Sown in the day and night.

Years with the sandals gray,
What have ye taken away?
All the fortune unkind,
All the trial and pain,
Never to come again,
Leaving the love behind.

Years, you make all amends,
Bringing us troops of friends,
With many a silvery word.
Yet deep in the well-tried heart
Lieth the gold apart—
Wealth to others unheard.