Let Me Grow Lovely
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- Karle Wilson Baker
Let me grow lovely, growing old-
So many fine things do:
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Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
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And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
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Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old-
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