When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young. (Charles Kingsley)

When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.

Charles Kingsley

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