A Man Too Soon Grown Old
(First part missing)
Robed in silks and lace
He goes with the throng that
passes
Always bitter and cold
‘Tis a man too soon grown
weary
‘Tis a man too soon grown
old.
An so you have come back to
me
Since time at length has
made you free
And offer me again the heart
Whose early hopes were bound
in me.
No! No! My hand you cannot
take
God never gives us back our
youth
The love and friendship
question me
Were yours dear friend in
perfect truth.
Ere woman’s tongue and woman’s
way
Should doubt an anguish in
your breast
You have left me and my
heart is dead
No sound can ere disturb its
rest.
Come close and let me see
you now
Your chestnut hair is tinged
with snow
But ‘tis the same the dear
old face
I loved so fondly years ago.
The same that on that
summers eve
Bent over me and kissed my
brow
So happy was our trusting
love
Ah! Well it is all over now.
Forgive. Oh do not speak the
word
You never meant to do me
wrong
God sent this anguish to my
breast
To teach me to be brave and
strong.
Farewell methinks I love you
still
As a friend doth friend God
bless you dear
And lead you through life’s darkest
way
To where earth’s skies are
always clear.