When one who has wandered out of the way <br />Which leads to the hills of joy, <br />Whose heart has grown both cold and grey, <br />Though it be but the heart of a boy - <br />When such a one turns back his feet <br />From the valley of shadow and pain, <br />Is not the sunshine passing sweet, <br />When a man grows young again? <br /> <br />How gladly he mounts up the steep hillside, <br />With strength that is born anew, <br />And in his veins, like a full springtide, <br />The blood streams through and through. <br />And far above is the summit clear, <br />And his heart to be there is fain, <br />And all too slowly it comes more near <br />When a man grows young again. <br /> <br />He breathes the pure sweet mountain breath, <br />And it widens all his heart, <br />And life seems no more kin to death, <br />Nor death the better part. <br />And in tones that are strong and rich and deep <br />He sings a grand refrain, <br />For the soul has awakened from mortal sleep, <br />When a man grows young again.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-renewed/
