  How beautiful is youth that grandly gleams With bright illusions and aspiring dreams! Book of beginnings, such as Fiction paints, With model heroines and hero saints. Each precious page with expectation teems, Filling the mind as rain-drops fill the streams; Sweet and refreshing as the summer shower And adding charms to every passing hour. Each coming chapter with a new hope beams, But how ’twill end the wisest little dreams; And when, at last, the book of Youth is done A less romantic sequel is begun. |
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