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WHEN LOVE IS YOUNG.

In Summer, when the days are long,
The roses and the lilies talk—
Beneath the trees young lovers walk,
And glad birds coo their wooing song.
In Autumn, when the days are brief,
Roses and lilies turn to dust—
Lovers grow old, as all men must,
And birds shun trees that have no leaf.
Then, youth, be glad, in love's brief day!
Pluck life's best blossom while you can—
Time has his will of every man—
From leafless hearts love turns away.