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 XV

ETTER far to pass away

While the limbs are strong and young,

Ere the ending of the day,

Ere youth's lusty song be sung.

Hot blood pulsing through the veins,

Youth's high hope a burning fire,

Young men needs must break the chains

That hold them from their hearts' desire.

My friends the hills, the sea, the sun,

The winds, the woods, the clouds, the trees—

How feebly, if my youth were done,

Could I, an old man, relish these!

With laughter, then, I'll go to greet

What Fate has still in store for me,

And welcome Death if we should meet,

And bear him willing company.

My share of fourscore years and ten

I'll gladly yield to any man,

And take no thought of "where" or "when,"

Contented with my shorter span. 32