There is no age except in mortal seeming,
No creeping years to mark a certain span;
No birth except the dawning joy of learning
That God alone is Life — sustaining man.
There is no youth except the eager striving
Of wakened thought to answer Love's appeal,
No fine maturity except in finding
That understanding which will bless and heal.
And after work and growth and rich attainment,
There is no death to close enfeebled days,
But fuller, gladder sense of Life triumphant,
Of Truth's dominion over error's ways.
