Let me grow lovely

Let me grow lovely,growing old-

So many fine things do;

Laces, and ivory, and gold,

And silks need not be new;

And there is healing in old trees,

Old streets a glamour hold;

Why may not I, as well as these,

Grow lovely, growing old?

-Karle Wilson Baker

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