THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH

Was it a hundred years ago,

Or was it but yesterday,

When we found the roads that grow

Blossom and song of May?

Maybe it was but yesterday,

Or a hundred years ago.

The roads from Bersabee to Dan

Are old and quickly tire,

But to the heart of child or man

Youth is a fairy fire:

Our youthful roads, they never tire

From Bersabee to Dan.

Ponce de Leon found no spring,

But legend's long, long ruth;

But the grace of God is a magic thing

Abides with chivalrous youth:

The grace of God that brings no ruth

For them who find the spring.

There is a land, there is a May

Beyond the graveyard tree;

Ten thousand years are like a day

Of a youth that we shall see:

Our young hearts pass the graveyard tree

To a land forever in May.