Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean IngelowAnd bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
Jean IngelowYouth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean IngelowAnd bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
Jean Ingelow