THE days of our youth are not over while sadness Chills never, and seldom o'ershadows, the heart; While Friendship is crowning the banquet of Gladness And bids us be seated and offers us part; While the swift-spoken when? and the slowly-breathed hush! Make us half-love the maiden and half-hate the lover, And feel too what is or what should be a blush ... Believe me, the days of our youth are not over. |