Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXIX.
By Thomas Moore
How I love the festive boy, Tripping through the dance of joy! How I love the mellow sage, Smiling through the veil of age! And whene'er this man of years In the dance of joy appears, Snows may o'er his head be flung, But his heart--his heart is young.
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