By Oscar C. Williams.
When I review the days we spent up there
Upon Youth’s mountain-top, when we had thrilled
To the throbbing of a love that God had willed,
And sipped together joyously the rare,
Rich strangeness of the brimming hours and fair--
When I review all this, those days so filled
With life, I realize how much was spilled.
We did not mind, we had so much to spare!
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