Invocation to Youth

by Laurence Binyon

Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning!   Joyous, O Youth, in the agèd world renew Freshness to feel the eternities around it,   Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.       The strong sun shines above thee:       That strength, that radiance bring!       If Winter come to Winter,       When shall men hope for Spring?

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