Morning

Young Heart, Spring Heart, Waken with the morning; Sing for the long road That lieth white before; Lieth there untrodden With little flowers adorning, And green hills of promise Thy fathers saw of yore.

Young Heart, Spring Heart, Wine of Life is flowing; Stoop thee to the beaker And drain it at a draught; Gird thee for the journey, Joy is in the going, And hope is in the heart of him Who wine of Life hath quaffed.