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THE WAY TO YOUTH.
THE WAY TO YOUTH.
HEN Grace and Beauty are left behind, And Time and Change are no longer kind,
And hands wax nerveless, and eyes grow blind,
How sweet and pleasant it is to find
The way to Immortal Youth!
O, how blessed to fling away
These tell-tale symbols of dull decay,—
The hair which barters its gold for gray,
The limbs which falter from day to day,—
And follow the way to Youth!
These tell-tale symbols of dull decay,—
The hair which barters its gold for gray,
The limbs which falter from day to day,—
And follow the way to Youth!
Travelled by many, and trodden well,—
Quiet, and bordered with asphodel;
And at the ending,—ah, who may tell
The happy story of those who dwell
In perfect and deathless Youth
Quiet, and bordered with asphodel;
And at the ending,—ah, who may tell
The happy story of those who dwell
In perfect and deathless Youth
Their faded faces grow young and fair,—
The smile returns that they used to Wear;
The smile returns that they used to Wear;
