<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth And Manhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another year! a short one, if it flow<br>Like that just past,<br>And I shall stand -- if years can make me so --<br>A man at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, while the hours permit me, I would pause<br>And contemplate<br>The lot whereto unalterable laws<br>Have bound my fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, from the starry regions of my youth,<br>The empyreal height<br>Where dreams are happiness, and feeling truth,<br>And life delight --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From that ethereal and serene abode<br>My soul would gaze<br>Downward upon the wide and winding road,<br>Where manhood plays;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plays with the baubles and the gauds of earth --<br>Wealth, power, and fame --<br>Nor knows that in the twelvemonth after birth<br>He did the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the descent begins, through long defiles<br>I see them wind;<br>And some are looking down with hopeful smiles,<br>And some are -- blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And farther on a gay and glorious green<br>Dazzles the sight,<br>While noble forms are moving o'er the scene,<br>Like things of light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Towers, temples, domes of perfect symmetry<br>Rise broad and high,<br>With pinnacles among the clouds; ah, me!<br>None touch the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None pierce the pure and lofty atmosphere<br>Which I breathe now,<br>And the strong spirits that inhabit there,<br>Live -- God sees how.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sick of the very treasure which they heap;<br>Their tearless eyes<br>Sealed ever in a heaven-forgetting sleep,<br>Whose dreams are lies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, a motley, unattractive throng,<br>They toil and plod,<br>Dead to the holy ecstasies of song,<br>To love, and God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God! if that I may not keep through life<br>My trust, my truth,<br>And that I must, in yonder endless strife,<br>Lose faith with youth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the same toil which indurates the hand<br>Must steel the heart,<br>Till, in the wonders of the ideal land,<br>It have no part;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! take me hence! I would no longer stay<br>Beneath the sky;<br>Give me to chant one pure and deathless lay,<br>And let me die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409132" data-title="Youth And Manhood de Henry Timrod" data-description="Another year! a short one, if it flow Like that just past, And I shall stand -- if years can make me so -- A man at last. Yet, while the hours permit me, I would pause And contemplate The lot whereto unalterable laws Have bound my fate. Yet, fro..."></div> </div> </div>

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