When the years are late
You realise life is great.
But youth’s full fire
Is quenched by desire.
Small strength is left
When you are old,
Yet somehow you can
still feel bold.

And challenge the time
Which wrought such change.
Feelings sublime
still may range,
From gentle pleasures
And calm delights,
To hourly treasures
And peaceful nights.

Then suddenly at dawn
A black bird sings.
Oh what a rush of joy
That brings!
When old, or young,
The heart will lift
At the sound of Spring’s
Eternal gift.


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