Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

Invocation to Youth

COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning!
  Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew
Freshness to feel the eternities around it,
  Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.
      The strong sun shines above thee:
      That strength, that radiance bring!
      If Winter come to Winter,
      When shall men hope for Spring?

1. Numbers
2. Magnets
3. Gallipoli
4. The Children Dancing
5. The Woods Entry

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