In the world the youngling plunges bold;
Friends to win him, as his best dominion,
And whom fast and faster he will hold.
So remain mine all,
Till the world shall fall;
Round their friend truth's arms eternal fold.
Let ye not the strength of youth be wasted;
In the wine-cap doth the gold-star shine;
From sweet lips be honeyed sweetness tasted,
For of life is love the heart divine.