- The River of Youth
From all the golden hills of dream,
Dew-cool and rainbow kissed,
It twines and glides, a silver stream,
Through valleys hung with mist,
Down past Enchanted Woods to where
Romance walks ever young,
Where Kings ride forth to take the air
On steeds with velvet hung,—
Where secret stairways tempt the bold,
Where Pirate Caves abound,
And many a chest of Spanish gold
May solemnly be found!
Through magic years it twines and creeps,
Past Towers of peacock blue,
Where still some ancient Princess sleeps,
And dreams come always true!
Then gleam by gleam the light goes out,
Then darkened, grief by grief,
It sighs into our Sea of Doubt,
And Manhood's Unbelief!}}
