REMAIN, ah not in youth alone!
   --Tho' youth, where you are, long will stay--
But when my summer days are gone,
   And my autumnal haste away.
'Can I be always by your side?'
   No; but the hours you can, you must,
Nor rise at Death's approaching stride,
   Nor go when dust is gone to dust.

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