Who dares say
youth is folly?
it beams with fresh dreams
while old age is foggy-

the young heart might flounder
yet to better heights it will scale
its blood is thick with wonder
its songs are never stale-

some day through tears
it will mature and tell its tale
sunlight and moonlight it had kissed
it has triumphed beyond the years' narrow pale--

old age should not sigh but recapture
scenes of the past and regale
how love has wrought such splendour
when lovers on their first ship faithfully did set sail.