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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The League Of Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was never a hint, when I was a boy,<br>That the joy of the wilds might bring man joy;<br>Never a thought that a wild thing slain<br>Might wake in the slayer pain for pain.<br>We were savages all, with the hunter's thrill<br>In the lure of the chase and the lust of the kill;<br>And the bud on the bough, and the bird in the nest<br>Were beautiful things to be possessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a worthier thing comes now to the earth,<br>Since pity in minds of the young has birth.<br>'Tis the glorious gift, that wisdom brings,<br>Of knowing and loving all lovely things:<br>Of loving and sharing with all the boon<br>Of the glad free things that may teach us soon<br>The gift of living, as glad and free,<br>As bird and blossom in Arcady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, youth is heedless,' the elders say,<br>'Youth is callous and cruel in play,'<br>Say they, forgetting that all youth heeds<br>Comes down through lauding of elders' deeds.<br>But the law of savage - of fang and claw<br>Gives what was in the end to a worthier law;<br>And man, emerging from ways uncouth,<br>Sees visions anew in the League of Youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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