Where Are the Boys of Earlier Years?
" THE BOYS "
Where are the boys of earlier years,
Once known and loved so well?
Where childhood's hopes and childhood's fears,
O Muse of history, tell?
Where are the noisy shouts that spoke
In wild joy on the air?
Where are the lips, in love which spoke —
The echoes answer, Where?
Where are the ready eye and hand
That made our greetings sweet?
Parted long since, — the choice old band, —
Where will they ever meet?
Where are they? Ask the manly face,
White hairs, and furrowed brow;
The veterans, with their antique grace —
The boys are elders now.
Roll back, roll back Life's hastening tide,
Nor count each passing year;
Behold, their bows in strength abide,
The ancient boys are here!
Where are the boys of earlier years,
Once known and loved so well?
Where childhood's hopes and childhood's fears,
O Muse of history, tell?
Where are the noisy shouts that spoke
In wild joy on the air?
Where are the lips, in love which spoke —
The echoes answer, Where?
Where are the ready eye and hand
That made our greetings sweet?
Parted long since, — the choice old band, —
Where will they ever meet?
Where are they? Ask the manly face,
White hairs, and furrowed brow;
The veterans, with their antique grace —
The boys are elders now.
Roll back, roll back Life's hastening tide,
Nor count each passing year;
Behold, their bows in strength abide,
The ancient boys are here!
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