A New Edition

Richmond Hill

Extract from the ‘Youth of Man

Matthew Arnold

    MURMUR of living!
Stir of existence!
Soul of the world!
Make, oh make yourselves felt
To the dying spirit of Youth.
Come, like the breath of the spring.
Leave not a human soul
To grow old in darkness and pain.
    Only the living can feel you
But leave us not while we live.

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