The thought of youth it is that shall remake The old world into one of youth again, And in that thought all care we shall forsake And age and such things ne'er will burden men. For youth is but the springtime of our life, When hills are green and skies are clear and blue, And age to man seems naught but care and strife, With lowering clouds which hide the sun from view. And when those thoughts possess and cheer the heart, There'll be no age, for youth will be supreme, And all will be just springtime's counterpart, And God's own sun of happiness will gleam. The world itself is countless ages old, And still is young, for aeons yet shall speed Ere it shall die and all its days be told, And age, if there be age, shall come indeed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |