OH GATHER the thoughts of your early years,
gather them as they flow,
for all unmarked in those thoughts appears
the path where you soon must go.
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full many a dream will wither away,
and Springtide hues are brief,
but the lines are there of the autumn day,
like the skeleton in the leaf.
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the husbandman knows not the worth of his seed
until the flower be sprung,
and only in age can we rightly read
the thoughts that we thought when young