A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
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