Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark’d him for her own.

Nought cared this body for wind or weather when youth and lived in it together.

How best is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease!

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, l can! Voluntaries.

The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something last, The spirit’ s yearning cry, The strivings often better hopes,- These things can never die. Things that never die.

Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.

Almost everything that is great has been done by youth.

Youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret.

The youth of a Nation are the trustees of posterity.

The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth: let us hope that the heritage of old age is not despair.