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It matters not though youth be left behind,

And middle life with ever quickening pace

Pass too, if age brings a contented mind

Reflected in a cheerful, kindly face.

In youth we struggle to attain a place,

Through middle life still strive to reach the goal.

Happy the man, who, in this heated race,

Maintains unsullied his immortal soul.

For, with the clearer vision, ripened years

Bring to our inner self, we realize

We may not cleanse the soul with bitter tears;

A well spent life, alone, merits the prize.