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No days will e'er be half so fair,
Or faith so firm and strong;
No joys so pure, or sorrows fewer,
Than when the heart is young.

Time, time, alas! doth swiftly pass,
And year succeedeth year;
Youth, full of hope, longeth to cope
With the great world lying near.

O, girlhood sweet! O, dancing feet!
Nearing the boundary line,
Be not in haste life's cup to taste,
There's bitters in its wine.

No song love sings, no joy life brings,
Or gifts Dame Fortune showers,
Can e'er impart unto the heart
The charm of girlhood's hours.