  “To the last I never recognized the hold I had over young men.”—Apologia pro Vita Sua. NO more the sun may know the strength it hath To stir the bark in spring with quickening blood: No more a storm controlleth its great wrath, Or doleth out the measure of its flood! There is a quality of lasting youth That knoweth not the force that gave it birth; Some souls God pointeth subtler ways of truth, As highest tribute to their lasting worth. He hath in souls like thine deposited A quenchless flame as calm and strong as dawn; Across the world thy potent fire is shed, Born of the “kindly light” that leadeth on! |
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