YOUNG AND OLD 

Charles Kingsley 1819-75

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.

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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