The days are back here with their great stories
All the ends ending in a coming bright
Through glory of shines and half-shaded light
This comes onward in to their glories
Right from the reaching of stony old world
Those give only handhold's of provincial's day
That turns around the page of aspiring play
From the amaze of the city's circling burled
Waking up to fire of young minds to go
Seeking their turn to find out and to try
What they are willing to handle with and know
When bent on for glory and each its high
Becoming final to whom they will bound
Like life on lives rising coming around
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