| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922. |
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| An Old Song |
| | | Arthur Ketchum |
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| WHEN I was but a young lad, | |
| And that is long ago, | |
| I thought that luck loved every man, | |
| And time his only foe, | |
| And love was like a hawthorn bush | 5 |
| That blossomed every May, | |
| And had but to choose his flower, | |
| For that’s the young lad’s way. | |
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| Oh, youth’s a thriftless squanderer, | |
| It’s easy come and spent, | 10 |
| And heavy is the going now | |
| Where once the light foot went. | |
| The hawthorn bush puts on its white, | |
| The throstle whistles clear, | |
| But Spring comes once for every man | 15 |
| Just once in all the year. | |
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