If earth seems shining now before your eyes
And full of graces, lustres, and contents,
You'll think not ill of one who would advise
That there is else in life but sweet incense
To burn at throne of some gay, youthful god--
Romance is king of all when one is young,
And dreams flame up to sky from lowly sod--
Youth dreams of singing songs ne'er yet been sung.
But few of this can last, for life is more
Than gaiety, romance, or even song--
Our youth soon flies, and quick upon the store
Of years, we gain those precious gifts of long
And faithful service, hearts that understand,
And love e'er true--a lantern in one's hand.