On our staff: for in the bosom
[*]Of the boy, life's young sap rushing,
Is of old age but the equal;
Ares not as yet is found there:
And the man in age exceeding,
When the leaf is sere and withered,
Goes with three feet on his journey;[[276]]
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Not more Ares-like than boyhood,
Like a day-seen dream he wanders.