Classic Poem

H ERE'S to the heart of a man
That abides the heart of a boy;
That fifty years of the world
Could neither harden nor cloy!

What is the secret? 'T is one
By only the noblest known:
He has made in every year
The heart of a boy his own.

And well if our hearts can feel
That he to them hath returned
A spark of the courage high
That ever in his hath burned!

So, here's to the heart of a boy
That throbs in a manly breast;
And here's in the grasp of a hand
What words leave unexpressed!