Youth’s Dreams May Live

Youth’s dreams may live in age’s gentle heart;
Deep passions wake to make one great last start;
Yet holding back with taut and tight’ning rein
Are all those fears of being hurt again.
So let her grow, accept that wrong was done;
Oh, let her grow, feel pain, endure and live.
She’s stronger than you think, has much to give
To her own mind mature, is still winged sun
That can arise and fly across the sky!
A gentler flight, may be, but sure and true,
Nor need it go so very fast and high,
But you will keep your wings the soul of you
Till all your dreams will shine as soft gold flame
\With all you being soaring in your name!

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