But tempest nor calm can imperil
⁠The treasures that fade not or fly;
Change bids them not change and be sterile,
⁠Death bids them not die.

Hearts plighted in youth to the royal
⁠High service of hope and of song,
Sealed fast for endurance as loyal,
⁠And proved of the years as they throng,
Conceive not, believe not, and fear not
⁠That age may be other than youth;
That faith and that friendship may hear not
⁠And utter not truth.

Not yesterday's light nor to-morrow's
⁠Gleams nearer or clearer than gleams,
Though joys be forgotten and sorrows
⁠Forgotten as changes of dreams,