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And the bad seemed the good & the good seemed the bad
I scorned in my haste what was splendid below
But I find myself longing to have what I had
The older I grow.

I have learned that men's follies are not printed deep
That things that youth mocks at are splendid & fine
And young people scatter the joys they should keep.
In the very same way that I once wasted mine
I'm more tolerant now, I'm slower to sneer,
For I've suffered my griefs & I've winced at a blow;
And money I find matters less & less here
The older I grow.

It ain't no use to grumble & complain
Its just as cheap and easy to rejoice.
When God sorts out the weather & sends rain
Why, rain's my choice.

J Whitcomb Riley

How e'er it be, it seems to me
Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets
And simple faith than Norman blood.

Tennyson

And the bad seemed the good & the good [seemed] the bad
I scorned in my haste what was splendid below
But I find myself longing [to] have what I had
The older I grow.

I have learned that men's follies are not printed deep
That things that youth mocks [at] are splendid & fine
And young people [scatter] the joys they should keep.
In the very same way that I once wasted mine
I'm more tolerant now, I'm slower to sneer,
For I've suffered my griefs & I've [winced] at a blow;
And money I find matters less & less here
The older I grow.

It ain't no use to grumble & complain
Its just as cheap and easy to rejoice.
When God sorts out the weather & sends rain
Why, rain's my choice.

J Whitcomb Riley

How e'er it be, it seems to me
Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets
And simple faith than Norman blood.

[Jennyson]