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‘ World were a place to play in,’ said the children ‘The play-ground of the present; all that is have we, No past is ours to sorrow, No clouding thought of morrow, And joy is slow in passing where we be. With knowledge of a soul’s right scarce awake. Life had no fears: The World were good to play in,’ said the children, ‘But for the tears.’

‘The World were good to love in,’ said the youth. ‘With a future all our own to dream and do, With a fate for our soul’s making, Fame for our manhood’s taking, And Hope will never shun as we pursue. Crowned with knowledge of a soul our calm and fair horizon clears; And the World were good to love in,’ said the youth, ‘But for the tears.’