Ah, youth! Forever dear, forever kind.

As full-blown poppies, overcharg’d with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,- So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise.

See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law, pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life’s poor play is o’er.

Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

When youth as lord of my unchallenged fate, And time seemed but the vassal of my will, I entertained certain guests of state-The great of older days.

Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I ‘ll protect it now. Woodman, spare that Tree!

It is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the ropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Methinks l see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invinible locks; methinks l see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.