Just one face

    When all the world is young, lad,
        And all the trees are green ;
    And every goose a swan, lad,
        And every lass a queen ;
    Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
        And round the world away ;
    Young blood must have its course, lad,
        And every dog his day.

    When all the world is old, lad,
        And all the trees are brown ;
    And all the sport is stale, lad,
        And all the wheels run down ;
    Creep home, and take your place there,
        The spent and maimed among :
    God grant you find one face there,
        You loved when all was young.

— “Young and Old,’’ by Charles Kingsley (1819-75)