Is, that they sing, and that they love.
Edmund Waller (1606-1687).
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
O. W. Holmes.
From letter to Julia Ward Howe in 1889 on her seventieth birthday. Mrs. Howe wrote the fine “Battle Hymn of the American Republic,” beginning:—
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored:
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.