BREATH of Morning -- breath of May -- With your zest of yesterday And crisp, balmy freshness, smite Our old hearts with Youth's delight. Tilt the cap of Boyhood -- yea, Where no "forelock" waves, to-day, -- Back, in breezy, cool excess, Stroke it with the old caress. Let us see as we have seen -- Where all paths are dewy-green, And all human-kind are kin -- Let us be as we have been! |