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The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we've tramped through wind and weather,
And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank—and starved together.

— John Townsend Trowbridge

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Men are polished, through act and speech,
Each by each,
As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day;
But the grief is long of the old who stay.

With years a richer life begins,
The spirit mellows:
Ripe age gives tone to violins,
Wine, and good fellows.

"Wal, I like flyin' well enough,"
He said, "but the' ain't sich a thundern' sight
O' fun in't when ye come to light."

Darius Green and his Flying Machine (1867)

Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive,
The blessing lies.

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