SO LONG as stars are bright and fair
And skies are blue and clear;
So long as joy is in the air
And Dreamland hovers near;
So long as roses blossom gay
And song is on the tongue--
Tho brow be lined and hair be gray
That long the heart is young.
But when the sky grows dull and sere
And roses fade and die;
When song no longer holds the ear
Nor Dreamland hovers nigh;
When passing days no wonder bring,
No great adventure hold--
In spite of time or anything
[Transcriber’s note: Last line is missing from source.]