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For what are all our contrivings,
When compared with your caresses,
Ye are better than all the ballads
For ye are living poems,
MY LOST YOUTH.
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
And the burden of that old song,
I remember the black wharves and the slips.
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And the voice of that wayward song
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.''
I remember the sea-fight far away,
And the sound of that mournful song
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
And the verse of that sweet old song,
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the schoolboy's brain;
And the voice of that fitful song
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek. And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
And the strange and beautiful song,
Whene'eb a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.