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1863–1931

When Youth is Gone.

Annie Fellows Johnston

HOW can we know when youth is gone,— When age has surely come at last? There is no marked meridian Through which we sail, and feel when past.

A keener air our faces strike, A chiller current swifter run; They meet and glide like tide with tide, Our youth and age, when youth is done.

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