Classic Poem

Here in a world where hearts grow old,
You still retain your heart of boy;
For still you follow and uphold
A creed of charity and joy.

Here in a world where hearts grow cold,
Life still runs warmly in your blood;
For still your April dreams unfold
Blossom on blossom, bud on bud.

Here in a world where hearts grow old,
Your heart is still with youth aglow;
For beauty still you make and mould,
And beauty still you reap and sow.

Here in a world where hearts grow cold,
Warm to your heart returns the love, —
All the largesse that you have doled, —
As to its nest a homing dove.

Here in a world where hearts grow old,
Still young and full of hope you live;
For, like a star by stars controlled,
New light you gain from light you give.