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IS when you're young and life ascends That joy waits where the white road bends, And every face you meet is a friend's.

'Tis when you're young that dreams come true, And never a cloud but the sun shines through, When life holds out both hands to you.

For youth it is that rainbows gleam With showers of gold in every beam— At either end a pot o' dream.

Ever for youth the roads run straight, And out beside the wishing-gate Fairies and blindfold fortune wait.

For youth the jealous roses keep Their red hearts closed in reticence deep— The lilies wait in folded sleep.

And oh, for youth each bush with God Is still afire, and every sod Bears imprint where His foot has trod.

And they were young who lie so still Far on that sodden Flanders hill.