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Now has rich time brought you a gift of gold -- / A long sweet year which you can shape at will, / And deck with roses warm, or with the chill / And heartless lilies -- GOD gives strength to mould / Our days, and lives, with fingers firm and bold, / And make them noble, straight and clean from ill, / Though few are willing, and their years they fill / With dross which they regret when they are old.
What splendid hours of your life are these / When youth and childhood wander hand in hand, / And give you freely all which best can please -- / Laughter and friends and dreams of Fairyland! / Mourn not the seasons past with useless tears, / But greet the pleasure of the coming years!