Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow