O Youth with Blossoms Laden
O Youth with blossoms laden,
Hast not a rose for Age,
A bit of bloom to brighten
A lonely pilgrimage?
O Youth with song and laughter,
Go not so lightly by.
Have pity—and remember
How soon thy roses die!
Hast not a rose for Age,
A bit of bloom to brighten
A lonely pilgrimage?
O Youth with song and laughter,
Go not so lightly by.
Have pity—and remember
How soon thy roses die!
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