Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: IV. Youth | | The “Old, Old Song” | | Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) |
| | | WHEN all the world is young, lad, | |
| And all the trees are green; | |
| And every goose a swan, lad, | |
| And every lass a queen; | |
| Then hey for boot and horse, lad, | 5 |
| And round the world away; | |
| Young blood must have its course, lad, | |
| And every dog his day. | |
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| When all the world is old, lad, | |
| And all the trees are brown; | 10 |
| And all the sport is stale, lad, | |
| And all the wheels run down: | |
| Creep home, and take your place there, | |
| The spent and maimed among: | |
| God grant you find one face there | 15 |
| You loved when all was young. | | | | |
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