How pleasant it is that always
There is somebody older than you…
Someone to call you a baby,
To laugh at you when you’re wise;
Someone to care when you’re sorry,
To kiss the tears from your eyes;
When life has begun to be weary
And youth to melt like the dew,
To know, like the little children
Somebody’s older than you.
The path cannot be so lonely,
For someone has trod it before;
The golden gates are the nearer,
That someone stands at the door.
I can think of nothing sadder
Than to feel, when days are few
There’s nobody left to lean on,
Nobody older than you!
The younger ones may be tender
To the feeble steps and slow;
But they can’t talk the old time over–
Alas, how should they know!
‘Tis romance to them-a wonder
You ever were ever a child at play;
But the dear ones waiting in heaven
Know it is all as you say.
I know that the great All-Father
Loves us, and the little ones too;
Keep only childlike-hearted-
Heaven is older than you!