Let me but live from year to year,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> With forward face and unreluctant soul. Hot hastening to, nor turning from the goal; Not mourning for the things that disappear In the dim past, nor holding back in fear From what the future veils, but with a whole And happy heart, that pays its toll To youth and age, and travels on with cheer. So let the way wind up the hill or down, Through rough or smooth, the journey will be joy; Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown, I shall grow old, but never lose life’s zest, Because the road’s last turn will be the best. |
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