Never-Grow-Old, your curly head
Will never streak with grey;
Young Always-Young, your springing tread
Will never pass away.
The morning glory of your eyes
Will light you now and ever;
You keep your boyhood in the skies,
The other side the River;
River that flows by the City of Gold,
River of Healing, dear Never-Grow-Old.
Never-Grow-Old, your rosy dawn
Outlives our weary even;
Young Always-Young, so lately drawn
Up to the highest heaven;
The youngest 'mid the angel bands
That shout among the stars,
And wing to work their Lord's commands
Beyond our prison bars.
God's soldier still, through the streets of gold,
In your shining harness, Never-Grow-Old.
Young Never-Grow-Old, with your heart of gold,
And the dear boy's face upon you,
It's hard to tell, though we know it well,
That the grass is growing upon you;
But the trials of earth are a tale that's told,
And your pain is over, Never- Grow-Old.
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