Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Young and Old By Charles Kingsley

when all the world is young, lad,
and all the trees are green,
and every goose a swan, lad,
and every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away,
Young blood must have its course, lad,
and every dog his day.
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When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place, there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.

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