N the time of our youth What a glory of truth May encircle our brow as we muse! For, go whither we may, We can brighten the light as we choose. So intense and devout, We are never without Something great to be hoped for or done; If we may but succeed, And the battle for justice be won. But this zeal may decay, And our light fade away, And the heart may grow misty and cold; And the man at full Be too wise to engage age In a battle excepting for gold. What is all thou hast done Flash thy sword in the sun, And declare what thou one day wouldst do? Hadst thou rather now see All the world serving thee, Than by suffering serve God with the few? Love's tower, it look'd high, What a glorious structure to build! But the cost, it proved vast, And the labour must last All thy life so thine ardour was chilled. Saviour! who for the truth, At the close of thy youth Camest forth, and didst wondrously fight; Thou canst give what was thine, Love and ardour divine: Oh, renew us our youth with its light! |