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A Song Of Success
Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave.

Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight.

All that was best in us gladly we gave,
Sprang from the rally, and leapt for the height.

Smiling is Love in a foam of Spring flowers:
Harden our hearts to him -- on let us press!
Oh, what a triumph and pride shall be ours!
See where it beacons, the star of success!

Cares seem to crowd on us -- so much to do;
New fields to conquer, and time's on the wing.

Grey hairs are showing, a wrinkle or two;
Somehow our footstep is losing its spring.

Pleasure's forsaken us, Love ceased to smile;
Youth has been funeralled; Age travels fast.

Sometimes we wonder: is it worth while?
There! we have gained to the summit at last.


Aye, we have triumphed! Now must we haste,
Revel in victory .
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why! what is wrong?
Life's choicest vintage is flat to the taste --
Are we too late? Have we laboured too long?
Wealth, power, fame we hold .
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ah! but the truth:
Would we not give this vain glory of ours
For one mad, glad year of glorious youth,
Life in the Springtide, and Love in the flowers.
Written by: Robert William Service

Book: Shattered Sighs