<h2> THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH </h2>
<p>(For Osceola and Pocahontas)<br/></p>
<p>Was it a hundred years ago,<br/>
Or was it but yesterday,<br/>
When we found the roads that grow<br/>
Blossom and song of May?<br/>
Maybe it was but yesterday,<br/>
Or a hundred years ago.<br/>
<br/>
The roads from Bersabee to Dan<br/>
Are old and quickly tire,<br/>
But to the heart of child or man<br/>
Youth is a fairy fire:<br/>
Our youthful roads, they never tire<br/>
From Bersabee to Dan.<br/>
<br/>
Ponce de Leon found no spring,<br/>
But legend's long, long ruth;<br/>
But the grace of God is a magic thing<br/>
Abides with chivalrous youth:<br/>
The grace of God that brings no ruth<br/>
For them who find the spring.<br/>
<br/>
There is a land, there is a May<br/>
Beyond the graveyard tree;<br/>
Ten thousand years are like a day<br/>
Of a youth that we shall see:<br/>
Our young hearts pass the graveyard tree<br/>
To a land forever in May.<br/></p>
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