Posted with permission of the transcriber, Barb. Baker, Geo. POET'S CORNER TO A VERY OLD WOMAN. ___________________________________________________ LA MOTTE FOUQUE. "Und Du gingst einst, die Myrt' im Haare." And thou wert once a maiden fair, A blushing virgin, warm and young, With myrtles wreathed in golden hair, And glossy brow that knew no care-------- Upon a bridegroom's arm you hung. The golden locks are silvered now, The blushing cheek is pale and wan; The Spring may bloom, the Autumn glow, All's one - in chimney corner thou Sitt'st shivering on. A moment --- and thou sink'st to rest; To wake, perhaps, an angel blest, In the bright presence of thy Lord. Oh, weary is life's path to all ! Hard is the strife, and light the fall, But wonderous the reward. W. M. THACKERAY. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~