The Fight Of Younth

There are gains for all our losses

There are balms for all our pains

But when youth the dream departs

It takes something form our hearts

And never comes again

We are stronger and better

Under manhood’s stemer reigh

Still we feel that something sweet followed younth

With flying feet

And will here ume again

Something beautiful is ranished

And we sign forn rain

We behold it everywhere

ON the earth and in the air

But it never comes again