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Now, with luxuriant foliage crowned, have formed a generous shade,
Through which the sun on youthful forms a shower of spangles throws,
Now trembling o'er the clustering locks, now o'er the cheek's soft rose.
Two forms conspicuous 'mongst the group for youthful charms we hail,
The joyous seekers of wild flowers, in childhood's dewy vale;
The boy of then, a youth behold of fair proportions now,
The sunny light of joy and hope illumining his brow.
No hand of care hath seemed to pass its radiant surface o'er,
Nor shadow save a graceful line of thought impressed by lore;
His eye is bright and full of fire, dark locks his head adorn,
The beauty's his, but more mature, he wore in life's young morn.
From manhood's threshhold, where he stands, the future meets his gaze,
One fair interminable plain, wrapped in a golden haze,
On which he longs to tread; and e'en, with tardiness of flight,
Reproaches time for tarrying, without that vale of light,
Where he believes love, joy, and truth, in full perfection beam—
Dream on fair youth in vision blest, it is thy time to dream
Through which the sun on youthful forms a shower of spangles throws,
Now trembling o'er the clustering locks, now o'er the cheek's soft rose.
Two forms conspicuous 'mongst the group for youthful charms we hail,
The joyous seekers of wild flowers, in childhood's dewy vale;
The boy of then, a youth behold of fair proportions now,
The sunny light of joy and hope illumining his brow.
No hand of care hath seemed to pass its radiant surface o'er,
Nor shadow save a graceful line of thought impressed by lore;
His eye is bright and full of fire, dark locks his head adorn,
The beauty's his, but more mature, he wore in life's young morn.
From manhood's threshhold, where he stands, the future meets his gaze,
One fair interminable plain, wrapped in a golden haze,
On which he longs to tread; and e'en, with tardiness of flight,
Reproaches time for tarrying, without that vale of light,
Where he believes love, joy, and truth, in full perfection beam—
Dream on fair youth in vision blest, it is thy time to dream
