The Fight Of Youth
There are gains for all our losses
There are balms for all our pains
But when youth the dream departs
It takes something to form our hearts
And never comes again
We are stronger and better
Under manhood's stemer reigh
Still we feel that something sweet followed youth
With flying feet
And will here ume again
Something beautiful is ranished
And we sign forn rain
We behold it everywhere
ON the earth and in the air
But it never comes again
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