Let Me Grow Lovely by Karle Wilson Baker Let me grow lovely, growing old— So many fine things do: Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks need not be new; And there is healing in old trees, Old streets a glamour hold; Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old? 아름답게 나이 들게 하소서 - 칼 윌슨 베이커 아름답게 나이 들게 하소서. ..