THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
(For Osceola and Pocahontas)
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.
