In Days To Come

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Title:     In Days To Come
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

In days to come--whatever ache
Of age shall rack our bones, or quake
Our slackened thews--whatever grip
Rheumatic catch us i' the hip,--
We, each one, for the other's sake,
Will of our very wailings make
Such quips of song as well may shake
The spasm'd corners from the lip--
In days to come.

Ho! ho! how our old hearts shall rake
The past up!--how our dry eyes slake
Their sight upon the dewy drip
Of juicy-ripe companionship,
And blink stars from the blind opaque--
In days to come.

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: In Days To Come

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