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 "," cried the old men, "The times are full of danger, And chivalry is dying, Its funeral knell has rung; Love to these young men Is utterly a stranger, Love, that was so fine a thing When you and I were young."

"Yes," said the women, "The girls have now no mystery, No modesty to beckon, No graces to be sung; This will be called The darkest age in history, That killed love, the true love We loved when we were young."

The young men and maidens, With pity in their glances, They looked upon their elders, And, oh, their hearts were wrung! "How sweet, but how unreal Were all their old romances, For true love is our love, While you and I are young!"