Oh happy days of unbound youth
Among the uplands of the soul,
When tenderness and honest truth
Made up the content of the whole.
Remembrance sweet calls back to mind
Rapt days of gladness as a child
When consciousness of youthful kind
Was occupied with fancies wild.
Imagination took to flight
And conjured wonders into life,
And when the day turned into night
Dreams brought adventure full of strife.
The senses woke to all around
And found a world of depth and breadth,
Of wafting smells and sight and sound,
A world which changed with every breath.
With play and laughter then the mind
Would seek how best to understand
The world and, in so doing, find
A base on which to take firm stand.
And oh the heart, the heart that beat
In faster rhythm when the ear
Took notice of those skipping feet
Announcing that fond love drew near.
A love of innocence and charm
Replete with joy, devoid of fears,
Between two children, arm in arm,
Who roamed the fields of yester years.
Years which were destined to include
The growth of self to adulthood
Through nascent longings that portend
The coming storm of childhood's end.
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