It is the habit of the poets, and of many who are poets neither in vision nor in faculty,
to speak of youth as if it were a period of unshadowed gaiety and pleasure,
with no consciousness of responsibility and no sense of care.
The freshness of feeling, the delight in experience, the joy of discovery,
the unspent vitality which welcomes every morning as a challenge to ones strength,
invest youth with a charm which art is always striving to preserve,
and which men who have parted from it remember with a sense of pathos;
for the morning of life comes but once, and when it fades something goes which never returns.
There are ample compensations, there are higher joys and deeper insights and relationships;
but a magical charm which touches all things and turns them to gold, vanishes with the morning.
All this is true of youth, which in many ways symbolises the immortal part of mans nature,
and must be, therefore, always beautiful and sacred to him.
But it is untrue that the sky of youth has no clouds and the spirit of youth no cares;
on the contrary, no period of life is in many ways more painful.
The finer the organisation and the greater the ability,
the more difficult and trying the experiences through which the youth passes.
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