We call them wrong! God pity us, the blind, Imputing evil as our grandsires did, When we explored new realms with feet and mind, Uncovering what old fogies damned and hid! The dreams, the wanton fantasies are there, As you and I once knew them, loved them, till We came to staleness and to foolish fear Lest something change, be different, jolt our will! 'Tis life they seek, not sin, no sordid thing, But joy in health and beauty, and in all The urge of thrilling bodies that would sing And freely dance with laughter at earth's call. Let's laugh with them, full knowing that when tried By Truth and Duty, Youth is on God's side! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY THE SORCERESS OF THE MOON by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VILLAGE LIGHTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |