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Twenty-One

J. Le Gay Brereton


THE WORLD, all busy round us here of late,
    Is still unchanged: but you are twenty-one.
    The mind, victorious with the rising sun,
Steps boldly and blithely through the imagined gate
On greener grass where brighter flowers await
    The quickened senses and the waters run
    With livelier music—and a web is spun
Of loveliest pattern on the loom of fate.

Doubt nothing, fare right on with manly trust,
    And know, whatever failures be in store,
        Though all your light seem shimmering blinding haze,
And flowers and grass fly up in choking dust,
    Better than you can fancy waits before
        For those who find the secret of the maze.


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